So here i lay, waiting, wanting, hoping, wishing....
i know the warmth of your bed
the smell of your skin,
the feel...
..of your every move.
you don't want me, don't remember my smell,
my feel...
..my warmth
my love
can i stay the night? be your friend?
just when it suits your cause, meet your need.
then go...
you wished me to hell, well here i am...
forever...
in torment, surrounded for eternity,
hoping, wanting, wishing, wanting.....
Do you think I'm that strong or are you so cruel, twisted and evil.
Why do you do this, is this my owing in life?
Days full of pretence, nights full of endless sleepness in hell.
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