what can i do?
i do really like you,
i try to stop myself,
sometimes i sit and have nothing to do,
so i'll just sit and cry about you,
my friends hold me tight,
they tell me it will all be alright,
but i can't feel you,
nor can i smell you,
so it isn't going to be okay,
for what do i have to pay?
by
StillHopingposted on 03/22/2008
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