Oct 13, 2007 10:12
I'm awaiting calls from strangers
I pray to god one of them is you
Its not that I'm bored of us I'm just growing restless
And I know what I'm doing is wrong
But baby I strive for attention I bit of reaction
Tomorrow I'll prove to myself how much you mean to me
The face I'll be kissing will no longer be yours
God will I feel worthless in the end
Too many states too far
Too many lies to tell
Too many drinks where spilled
Too many nights I kept a secret