Wandering alone in the park,
With the sky getting dark,
You would comfort me with a hug,
Instead you pushed me away and shrugged..
There I was left alone,
A hundred miles away from home,
I was chilled to the bone,
Can you pick up your phone?
You never cared about me.
Whether I am sad or happy,
I had given up on you already,
Thanks for the memories.
-Stephie Thong-
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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