I look at our picture in the silver frame
I call it our since you and I are in it
Your smile is so big and beautiful
What were you thinking of that day?
Your arm is around me
Will it ever be around me again?
I ask this because I love you so much
And I can never let you go
It is torture to me
You have not written or called
How can you think of me as beautiful
But not love or desire me?
I want to go back to the days
The days in the picture
When I was so happy with you
But now you are so far away
And possibly you never think of me
I cry inside and outside
I only think of you more
When you don't write or call
My heart is bleeding
Can't you see?
All I want to do is love you
And you to love me back
How hard can it be?
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