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by Becky   May 25, 2007


I'm stuck here, with you in my head.
thinking about the night we met.
you're so sweet, figured id be set.
I'll always remember those things you said.

You travel so much though, its like your dead.
I think about calling you, but always forget.
& Id wait for you, but itd take forever i bet.
Your coming back soon, thats all i dread.

I'm tired of only having this phone to hold.
you understand what i mean, right?
I hope, cause i dont want to be "cold"
i think its best if you stay out of sight.
It wold be easier to be told.
We really shouldnt have met that night.

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