“Every night, I talk to his picture
As if he was really in front of me,
As if he could actually hear every word I'm saying,
I don't mind if it seemed crazy...
It's just that this would be the only time
That I would have his attention...
That he would finally hear me.”
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
“Every night, I talk to his picture
As if he was really in front of me,
As if he could actually hear every word I'm saying,
I don't mind if it seemed crazy...
It's just that this would be the only time
That I would have his attention...
That he would finally hear me.”
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