Every day and every night
it seems to be the same.
I know the facts, I hate to say
I may be the one to blame.
Back and forth in midnight chats
it's a game we seem to play,
you ask me questions you want to know
I may have forgot to say.
When we speak it's hard to talk
you cause my speech a stutter,
To tell the truth, I hate to tell
you leave my heart a flutter.
In my dreams with evil and pain
you change in just one sweep,
instead of the distance that keeps us apart
it's only a simple leap.
Without your voice to keep me whole
my mind it will seem to close,
I'd like to give, my heart is yours
as precious as a beautiful rose.
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