Without You, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

You went back home on Friday, and I've been aching to hold
you ever since then. I'm dying without you by my side, this
distance between us is killing me, and I'm about to break
down, and all you can say is "I know baby." but honey you
don't know how torn up I am about you leaving to go back.
You don't know how I feel without you I'm not ok, you hear
me crying on the phone. But instead of crying with me, you
say everything will be alright. But your wrong because
without you nothing is alright. 
  
Posted: 2005-10-30 20:36:31 UTC

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