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Go to sleep my little baby. Go to sleep my little baby. Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gone to stay, didn't leave nobody but the baby. Go to sleep my little baby. Go to sleep my little baby. Everybody's gone in the cotton and corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby. You're a sweet little baby. You're a sweet little baby. Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop. Gonna bring a bottle to the baby. Don't you weep little baby. Don't you weep little baby. She's long gone with the red shoes on. Gonna meet another lovin' baby. Go to sleep you little baby. Go to sleep you little baby. You and me and the devil makes three. Don't need no other lovin' baby. Go to sleep you little baby. Go to sleep you little baby. Come and lay your bones on the alabaste stones and be my ever lovin' baby.
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So, would I be out of line if I said I miss you? I see your picture. I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care. And I miss you
I go through these bouts of missing you. And it's hard to believe that I haven't spoken to you in over a year. A year. That hurts. I don't care how you feel, really. You could love me with all your being. But I feel like my best friend has died. Like I'll never be able to speak to you again. I feel like something has been ripped out of my heart. I leep having to remind myself that you never really cared about who you hurt. I even remember you saying that you kept hurting people and you didn''t know how to stop. You begged me for help and I felt pathetic because I couldn't. I felt like such a bad person for it, but now, after all that has happened, I don't care.
I miss you so much and having to be happy and nonchalant about you not being here really kills me. I can't keep crying over you. I can't expect to wait for you. I can't expect you to wait for me. I'm going far away from you. I don't know where. I hope you forget me. And I hope I forget you.
And with that, she closed the door... and made it wait for another time to be opened.
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So, would I be out of line if I said I miss you? I see your picture. I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care. And I miss you
I go through these bouts of missing you. And it's hard to believe that I haven't spoken to you in over a year. A year. That hurts. I don't care how you feel, really. You could love me with all your being. But I feel like my best friend has died. Like I'll never be able to speak to you again. I feel like something has been ripped out of my heart. I leep having to remind myself that you never really cared about who you hurt. I even remember you saying that you kept hurting people and you didn''t know how to stop. You begged me for help and I felt pathetic because I couldn't. I felt like such a bad person for it, but now, after all that has happened, I don't care.
I miss you so much and having to be happy and nonchalant about you not being here really kills me. I can't keep crying over you. I can't expect to wait for you. I can't expect you to wait for me. I'm going far away from you. I don't know where. I hope you forget me. And I hope I forget you.
And with that, she closed the door... and made it wait for another time to be opened.