I Own A Phone
Author: Webster


Things that used to be important
Somehow all turned into you.
The love I lost fills me with torment,
Now Iím alone, sad and blue.

I own a phone that doesnít ring,
My four gray walls are echoing.
These empty days turn into nights,
This tunnel has no end in sight.

I get out of my chair to go downstairs
To find myself staring at the note you left there.

I have a door that never opens
But I canít stop praying and I wonít stop hoping.
I donít have a choice, I miss you so much:
I miss the sound of your voice
And the soft of your touch.


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