Novel & Cerita Stay Ready Lyrics

She relaxed onto the toilet seat and relieved herself of the unnecessary fluids while running her eyes vigorously. She was washing her hands when she heard her cellphone ring. She turned off the faucet and rushed into the room to answer it and pushing the green button, she said, “Hello?”. “Morning, baby”, Her best friend, Erin Manchester yelled in a sing-song voice. “Are you ready to head out?”. “Do you have to shout into my ear? And what are you talking about? It’s still too early to go anywhere”. “What are you saying? Are you forgetting that you have an interview today? With the only company that bothered to write you back? It’s after 8 o’clock and your interview is by 9”.

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’

What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for? I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, love me like you do Love me like you do, love me like you do Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more

Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please..." " It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." He says. I can hear the confusion in his voice. I continue the poem in my head. 'Will you please... stay.' Yes, that's it! I need to note this down. I grab a sticky note which I store in my pocket. I write down 'stay' with my the only pen I have, a red ballpoint.

The two of them smiled at each other from time to time, and the air was thick with that cloying scent of love. So Theo was being treated at this hospital, too. I lowered my head, clutching my aching stomach, and hid around a corner. For some reason, I didn't want to face them. It made me feel sick. Ironically, they stopped by the window and didn't leave. They even started chatting casually. Theo spoke first, his voice weak. "Thanks for everything, Bianca. I didn't expect that you'd stay by me in the end. Honestly, you're the person I've let down the most in this life."

When we lay in bed that night, I curled against him and let my hand rest on my belly. “I still don’t know if I’m ready,” I whispered. He kissed my shoulder. “You’re not supposed to be ready.” “Then what are we supposed to be?” “Willing.” I thought about that long after he’d fallen asleep. And as I stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight cutting across the room in soft lines, I repeated it to myself: Not ready. Just willing. And that, I realized, was enough. The next morning, I stayed in bed longer than usual.

My lips stretched in a smile. We all filed out of the room with Anna and Tamika in the lead. The popular songs by Queen B, who runs the World (Girls) started blasting and Anna said, “Ready? Let’s go!” like we were some cheerleading team. My heart lunged hard in my chest as the girls pranced forward. I was the last on the line.

“Completely.” Rico pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, then leaned back, letting me rest against him. The room was quiet, our breathing the only rhythm, our connection steady and grounding. Outside, the city moved in its endless cycle, but inside, we had a moment of stillness, a pause before the storm inevitably returned. I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling her movements, her tiny kicks a promise, a reminder, a light in the darkness. “We’ll be ready,” I whispered, voice soft but unwavering. “No matter what comes next, we’ll be ready.”

Then it hit me, I may not have the words, but I know who does. I looked at my mom and said, “I will apologize in advance for what I am about to do, but Dr. Lynn says talking to Nikki could help her to wake up and I have been talking to her, but I have run out of things to say…” Mom looked at me confused but just nodded in encouragement. So I took a deep breath and began singing our song; ‘Don’t Give Up On Me’ by Andy Grammer, “…I will stay, I will stay with you. We’ll make it through the other side, like lovers do. I’ll reach my hands out in the dark, and wait for yours to interlock, I’ll wait for you Cause I’m not giving up, I’m not giving up no not yet. Even when I’m down to my last breath