Every night one
of us makes the
call. Not knowing
whether it'll
be a good night
call or a bad.
Talking to you
every night is
what i need
before i go to
sleep.
Hearing your
voice makes
the pain fade
away....
As the call grows
longer my voice
grows weaker i
go into a daze
just think about
you.
Lost in my mind
of sweet memories.
Soon enough the pain will
start up again and i get
lost again but this time
the memories can't help
i miss you now not back then.
But then
it disappears
when you start
talking again.