I sit on my bed,
Dreaming in my head,
I think of you,
And then I said:
"This is more than pain..."

Now what am I to do?
I can't stop thinking about you!
I finally get up and grab the phone,
You answer, I am so glad that you are home.

Now hold on, hold on,
I don't know what to say,
There is more to do than talk to you,
But I must tell you a secret...
I like you.

By: Harpizonic (Jamie)


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