Jessica VanderZee Biography

I wake up again
I realize this and start to cry
Why do I keep waking up
When I really want to die
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Hold out your hands
and I'll give you my heart
but only if you promise
you won't tear it apart
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A young boy and girl
at the age of six
drawing in the sand
with a couple of sticks
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I miss your warm arms
and your beautiful smile
i'm ashamed to still miss you
we've been apart for awhile
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My days are growing darker
I'm becoming more alone
I have such little hope
I've stopped waiting by the phone
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