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Just One Call
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August 2010
Whats a phone call, to a man who never is around his phone,
tree falls down as the phone rings, but which makes a sound,
free fall down until my parachute fails, now I die alone,
sadness has its toll on the body, disappearing pound after pound.
Soon I will be nothing but bones, then slowly change to dust,
get carried away by the once wonderful breeze,
single is nothing more than all mental, overcoming is a must,
wish someone loved me enough to hold me tight and squeeze.
Just one call and already my day has turned blue,
just one text and down come the tears,
who knew that this girl could be you,
out of the breeze and dust no one appears.
