Char Pattrick

(Ireland)

Please


You are sleeping in my mind
Sometimes when i think I’m better
I begin to smile again and mean it.
Then out of no where you decide to wake from your nap
Maybe it was the sound off a familiar song played by me over and over
Or maybe it was the sound of my stomach rumble that woke you
What ever it was know this before you hit the hay again.
I don’t want you sleeping in my mind anymore
I want you living in my life again
I want you back
I want you to want me back
I want you to do something soon
Say sorry, anything but mean it
I want you to need me
Because I need you
So hurry and wake up and come get me

Please…

Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2009

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