As I wait for the call,
I dream of bouncing off the wall.
As I sit here bored as hell,
I dream of falling in a well.
Black is day, White is night,
And I dream about the fight.
Between the good and bad,
This really makes me so very sad.
I cannot go out, laugh, and play,
Only wait for the day.
The day I can take a walk,
And find that one to whom I talk.
The one they say is for me,
The only true love that can be.
This true love is Jenna.
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