At night, all through my body
This storm breaks out
Tearing my soul in parts
Calling out your name
A message is all you see
In a small frame
By digital letters
With a mechanical tone
Although my heart is torn apart
I already washed my hair
I already wore your favorite dress
I already packed my stuff up
I know it is just not gonna happen
I know that it is just not enough.
© 2006 inexperienced
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