Tiny foot steps thumping on the floor,
Little squeals so shrill...

They make you smile,
They tear at your heart...

Lonely sitting here.
Wishing that you'd call...

I'm tired now, exhausted...
No more fight left in me...

What do you do when your friend is hurting,
To let them know you care...

In my dreams you come to me,
You are alive and well...

Knowing you don't accept me now,
Makes me think to when I was young...

I want a man that has a truck,
A man that is simple...

Sadness and depression has lately been,
The topic of my choice...

Its Christmas Eve,
And all are in bed...

The phone never rang this morning,
You didn't call once again...

Did you ever care for me?
Did you have the thought in mind...