She doesn't know what's right. she doesn't know what's wrong. She only knows the pain that comes from waiting for so long and she doesn't count the teardrops that she's cried while he's away because she knows deep in her heart that he'll be back someday. The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone, talking to a memory that's never coming home. She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say, but she'll always be the girl from yesterday...
Ana Chable
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