It's getting kind of dark in here,
as I sit and wait for you.
It's been thirteen years,
since I last spoke to you.
It's been thirteen years,
and still I wait for you.
It's drained a lot of tears,
when I've thought of you.
It's drained a lot of tears,
to not think of you.
It's getting kind of dark in here,
and I will continue to wait for you.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 1:28 AM UTC
It's getting kind of dark in here,
as I sit and wait for you.
It's been thirteen years,
since I last spoke to you.
It's been thirteen years,
and still I wait for you.
It's drained a lot of tears,
when I've thought of you.
It's drained a lot of tears,
to not think of you.
It's getting kind of dark in here,
and I will continue to wait for you.
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