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I never spent so many hours
Waiting by the phone
maybe for your call
do you miss me at all?
I never bought so many flowers
Waiting all alone
over by the bus stop
for you to drop

by

Never once we tried to mend
However much time we spent
back then...

We used to talk every day
Now your a stranger in every way
This lack of conversation
a lacking of common relation
I use to feel every touch
but the now is fleeting with every rush
not gone and found
are you home bound

here?