As I sit here alone I think about you
Wondering what you are doing

Thinking about the wonderful words you send me
And fearing that you will only see the outer me

Fearing because it's happened so many times before
And not knowing whats in store

I'm alone but not by choice
Sometimes I fell like I have no voice

Sitting here alone is hard for me to do
Especially when I'm thinking of you

I want to jump in a car and drive to see you
But that wouldn't be right
But soon we will meet and I will have you in my sight

So untill then we will write or call
And I'll dream of you at the end of my hall

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