As I sit here in this cold darkend room
I weep about the days
I long for you
I think about the things
We talked about on the phone
And the long endless nights
I wanted you to come home
I long for your touch
And the taste of your lips
I long for your embrace
And to know you'll always be there
But were both to busy
All the damn time
I'm at school and workin a lot
Your gettin or career goin and workin too
So we have no time
No time to ourselves
So I guess its
Another lonely night
Sleeping all alone
Hoping one day
You'll finally come home.
Lana Sullivan
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