im sitting here by the phone aiting for ur cal, i think of all the bad
things that could come, as i try i dont suceed to erase them from my mind.
why oh y cant i? why dont u call? im so scared. all these things haunting me
over and over again like a knife in my backi can feel the pain u dont have.
the phone rings its them! the police, they say ur gone and ur last words
were tell her i love her with my picture in ur hand. At the funeral i go to
see ur pale face i love you i say and i fel a breeze yet no wind. its you
and that is my fear as tears stream down my face.
 
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