Thoughts

by Christina McDowell   Jan 29, 2007


My eyes are dry
But my heart will cry
Thinking of you makes me crazy
But my eyes look ever so hazy

You promised to call
But no ring came as the sun began to fall
Why do you treat me this way?
Are you trying to make me pay?

I didn't do anything!
Or is something missing?
Tears begin to fall
As hopes begin to fall

How do I get outta here
Without no pain or fear?

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