Sometimes I asks if we will stop.
Is there an end to this magic top.
Where technology is the hidden bean.
Where we don't meet, we email clean.
At IM we can be mean and always green.
By email we can share and redeem.
I'm sorry I lost track of that last words I didn't mean.
I didn't think before talking I redeam.
Ask anyone, they will tell you I loved you.
Ask them they have shared my pain over you.
Ones I had you and you loved me too.
Now I just email because I don't have the strength boo.
I have learned to laugh in pictures.
I have learned to cry on words.
I learned to change my features.
I learned to care for wars.
I have learned that sometimes is never enough.
Walking I found my steps lost under the roagh.
The ones I lost when I missed you and we fought.
The ones I walked with you and we got caught.
