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Absense makes the heart grow more fond?

No; just more worried

I sit here and look at things in my room

That have no relevance to you

But they remind me of you anyway



I hear your stories every night of the week

How you get so wasted

I look around my room and useless trinkets here

Remind me of you out there

And then I cry for your health



You come back from the hangover the next day

And then you go smoke

You call me up and I can hear you; I know

I worry again for your health

But can't cry for a lack of tears



Worrying about you is a constant in life now

I'm so used to it it hurts

Or maybe I feel the lack of hurt; or I just don't care

What I'm trying to say is simply

There's someone out there worried about you.