I've said some things,
that I meant.
I've said more things,
that I regret.
We've had some times,
that I miss.
Remember times,
when we would kiss.
When I'm stuck by the phone,
wish this house was a home,
and I'm left all alone,
wanting you here with me.
When I'm begging for you,
there's nothing I can do,
but wait till this is through,
until you comfort me.
We've broke the lines,
and our ties.
All our said lines,
become lies.
When I lie in my bed,
and you wish what you said,
only when I am dead,
will you show love for me.
Wesley Hall - 04/09/08
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