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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Desperate for your voice...Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry Call I'm desperate for your voice Listening to the song we used to sing In the car, do you remember Butterfly, Early Summer It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet I was born to tell you I love you And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine Stay with me tonight Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh Because every breath that you will take when you are sitting next to me will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy? What's your... I was born to tell you I love you And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine Stay with me tonight And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home (I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have) I was born to tell you I love you And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine Stay with me tonight Been listening to this song over and over again and getting all teary over and over again. I miss the strumming of the guitar and this song been sung over the phone. I kinda miss all the phonecalls, all the singing, all the study days and I miss you. So much. Why was the page been turned over and I had to move on and get stuck in all these mess. I swear I wouldn't have these problems if the page wasn't turned over. Seriously. But what to do, just have to face all these mess and just make do with whatever I have now. With all the friends I have left. Haish. noi. LABELS: I will be lying to myself if I say I've gotten over you. |