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by EthaniaShea Jul 27, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Needing you Here I lay Here I stay Sleeping because I'm blue You're not here And I fear I chose to stay naive With my heart upon my sleeve Questions form in my mind The answers, truth, to them I will find How could you not tell me where you are? Couldn't you use your mother's car? You don't return My heart will become stern Your watch will forever be mine I thought we were/still hope we are fine
by RainbowSlider
Hope is sometimes all that we have.