Three in The Morning

by ·°_ιηѕаηє аηgÑ”l_°·   Aug 5, 2005


What can i do, what is there to say?
Its three in the morning, i am going insane.
I.m laying here crying, tears flowing free,
Is there any escape for poor little me?

I can.t help it, i.m whispering your name
You.re voice replaying, you.re touch not fading.
Heart beating faster, fist clenching the sheets,
Anywhere in our lives, are our hearts meant to meet?

Can.t go on like this, you not being mine
You.re my everything, my hearts desire.
But your holding her hand, you.re calling her name,
And baby without you, i.m in so much pain..

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