Jan 05, 2005 17:30
if only your number wasn't on the end of my fingers
i need to forget that the feel of you lingers
everywhere i go, everywhere i lay
waiting patiently for the day
that i wish isn't too far off
why the fuck are you part of
my world, my life, everything i do
it all comes back to being next to you.
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