We're so far out of touch.
I miss you so much.
There's nothing more we can do.
It's true, I'm really blue.
This is a mess, I confess.
I feel all alone.
I wish I could call you on the phone.
So alone am I, it makes me want to cry.
Why oh why oh why.
It's hard to ignore, not seeing you at the door.
What would make me feel better?
Could I write you a letter?
There's nothing more to say.
A long night before the day.
I hope I'll be ok.
hmmm.
simple, i like it..
keep up..
rein.