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by FrootLoop Apr 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Its here tonight, I lie awake, In the darkness, waiting for you. Its here this morning, That I sit alone, Eating breakfast, waiting for you. Its this afternoon, i play basketball, shooting hoops, waiting for. You decide you show, Your guilty face. But know, this is hurting me, more than you. Because, its tonight, That I'll lie alone, in the darkness, crying over you.