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by candace Apr 17, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I keep waiting for the phone to ring Yet I know it won't be you; I try to fill my life with busyness Yet all I do is think of you. What became of us And all our dreams and plans; How could you turn and walk away As I watched our castles turn to sand? Do you never even miss me Don't you long to caress my face; How could you forget so easily And You I can't erase? I want to be in your arms again To see the laughter in your eyes; But I guess the joke's on me And Oh! Was I surprised!