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by Kayla Dec 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The time is coming I don't know when I'm tired of waiting But then again... I don't want it to happen But I know it will I don't know when But I know how I'll feel I'll make more mistakes, Feel so alone I'll dial your number, When I pick up the phone You wont be home anymore We can't talk like we did I will be helpless Like when I was a kid So I tell you now, Like I will tell you till... That I love you Mom, And I always will