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I call you on the telephone

before I do I make sure I am alone

and ask you questions, like how was your day

but there is something more that I am trying to say

It's nice to hear your voice

hard to believe you are so far away

and it's just polite conversation

that passes the time of day

and I try to tell you once again

how miserable I have been

but that's not it, not what I want to say

if I could find the words or find a way

to tell you what you meant to me

and what I think you and I could be

I try again and my voice cracks

and so many memories come flooding back

and my conversation starts to stumble

thank god your not here to see me crumble

and tears are rolling down my cheek

god when did I become so weak

and I'm so glad that you're not here

but hate the fact that you're not near

you hear my voice and say hey are you okay

and I manage a question about your day

you just answer thank god you don't pry

I listen to your voice and continue to cry

too soon there is nothing left to say, I say I love you

you say me too and hang up the phone

and now I just can't hold it back

I cry so hard and feel so alone

I waste my days

and tremble thru the nights

nothing is wrong

and nothing is right

I don't want to love

I don't want to care

but too soon I will slip

and my heart I will share

and I'll be here again

just like before

because I can't give up love

I'll always want more

so I curse the night

and curse the day

I curse the love

I've loved in vain

curse the night

and curse the day

curse myself

and curse my fate