I still sit here dreaming
That it was just a dream
I sit here hoping
That you're still here with me
I sit here and cry
As my heart shrivels and dries
Without you we all think we must've died
I sit here and talk
To you once or twice a night
Hoping you could
Just here me
I sit here wishing
You could hold my hand
Hug me again
And smile that goody-two-shoed smile
I sit here and just pray
That I will meat you again
One day
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