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I've been fighting with the urge to pick up my cell to call you.
To whine to you how hard it's on me.
To hear your voice and knowing that you can be my comfort zone.
It's lonely without you beside me.

But that cold addressing voice of yours. It hurts.

I rather remain silence and live in denial.

I've been fighting with the urge to pick up my cell to call you.
To whine to you how hard it's on me.
To hear your voice and knowing that you can be my comfort zone.
It's lonely without you beside me.

But that cold addressing voice of yours. It hurts.

I rather remain silence and live in denial.