I am afraid because we never talk
I am afraid because you're never here
And if I have to keep flipping through pictures to keep you near,
What's my love worth to you?
All the same, you deserve better than me
For I am sick with sorrow that I can't please you
I am afraid that you think me too much trouble
I am afraid that it may be 40 - 60
Or worse, 60 - 40
All I can do is keep flipping through pictures of you to keep you near.
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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