Sunday, September 11

Fight for Me

I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you."

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking. And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me?

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain. Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain.

I'll leave my window open, cause I'm too tired at night to call your name. Just know I"m right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain.

And I stare at the phone he still hasn't called and you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. And I flashback to when you said forever and always.

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