Nov 2015
The image of your face,
Still keeps me awake
Thinking you may call...
Call me your doll.
The image of you fades
With every passing day
What once was my all,
Now a stone wall.
Still keeps me awake
Thinking you may call...
Call me your doll.
The image of you fades
With every passing day
What once was my all,
Now a stone wall.
