You know I don't want to be clever
At night i can see the blinking telephone tower.
The red light is a constant reminder of what was once.
I wonder if it remembers like i do, every time it carried your voice through the line to my ears.
I wonder if it remembers every text message that was sent and delivered, I do.
It brings me comfort. Knowing that it's there and is ready to deliver any message you may have for me.
There is also an uneasy feeling I get when I see it, knowing there wont be any messages for me.
I check my phone constantly through out the day.
Sometimes there are messages and calls from my friends.
I don't know what I would do without them.
They make this life worth living and I love them all.
"Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times"
but i miss you.
The red light is a constant reminder of what was once.
I wonder if it remembers like i do, every time it carried your voice through the line to my ears.
I wonder if it remembers every text message that was sent and delivered, I do.
It brings me comfort. Knowing that it's there and is ready to deliver any message you may have for me.
There is also an uneasy feeling I get when I see it, knowing there wont be any messages for me.
I check my phone constantly through out the day.
Sometimes there are messages and calls from my friends.
I don't know what I would do without them.
They make this life worth living and I love them all.
"Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times"
but i miss you.