Thursday, September 08, 2005

A phone to call. A ring to here.

Sitting by this table,
waiting for my cell to ring.
it seems dead.
this trembling feeling passes me by
and it takes away all my senses.
it leaves me dead.

well what can i do?
i'm just waiting for it to ring
i'm just waiting for you to call
if im not here, im just dreaming of you
whats the point?
you.

still here, wondering
what your doing.
still here, thinking
what your thinking of
still here.
i'm always here.
i'll move, when you move
always a step behind you.

well what can i do?
i'm just waiting for it to ring
i'm just waiting for you to call
if im not here, im just dreaming of you
whats the point?
you.

waiting.
i'm waiting. thats all i can do
you were there for me through my times
i wish i was there, i never made it
realising i was the villain in this show
feels so leftout and hated by the crowds.
what can i do?

but to wait till the show ends.
mean time,
i'll be missing you.

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|Thursday, September 08, 2005|


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