Its 3:33 im sitting here alone. Wondering if you are dreaming of me. Maybe if your awake you noticed the time. If so i hope its me that crossed your mind. This time seems to pass so slow. These numbers on the clock still glow. 3:33 Not a minute has passed since i missed you last. With every minute gone gets me further from the past. The future seems to take its time and the present well i open my eyes. 3:33. Not a moment has passed.
I never looked at the clock when he was next to me. The days seem to go in slow motion without him here. Cant wait till hes back beside me where he belongs. Imissmesumfontenot