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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

All The Time

I sit in my room late at night,
Wide awake and wondering why.
It seems like it happens
All the time.
It seems like it happens all the time.

The first thought creeps in unannounced.
The second one follows close behind.
It kills me that i can't get you
Off my mind.
I miss you and wish you were here;
There's a fear deep down inside
That asks if that's where you
Really want to be?

Why do I have these thoughts?
Why can't I just accept,
That you wanna be with me?

I sit in my room late at night,
Wide awake and wondering why.
It seems like it happens
All the time...

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