Through the dull, dark corridors
I run and cry...

You were there at my birth
The day I was brought into this earth...

Being the first grandchild
Means I get away with being wild...

The one who winds me up
The one who laughs with me...

No more tears to shed
In this broken home...

Each day starts similar
My thoughts are focused on you...

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In the 85 days we`ve been together...

The time is creeping up now
It has nearly been a year...

You passed me in the corridor
You didn't acknowledge my presence...

Where is the person I was
Before we had ever met...

Once again I had forgotten my keys
Automatically I dialed your number...

Do you honestly think I care
If you spend every second with him...