Soap bubble ... shattered dream.
I ring for my 4:00 lesson; "He'll be back by 4:00."
Sure he will, my dark side, sure.
Soap bubble ... shattered dream.
I wait … wait … I have more dignity.
Sure he will, my dark side, sure.
His voice mail beat me home.
I wait … wait … I have more dignity.
"So so sorry; I spazzed out, thinking I had until 4:30."
His voice mail beat me home.
"I'd be mad; I suppose you are. Call me if you want to."
"So so sorry; I spazzed out, thinking I had until 4:30."
I didn't want to call, don't want to and may not want to later.
"I'd be mad; I suppose you are. Call me if you want to."
He and I must talk; this is not isolated.
I didn't want to call, don't want to and may not want to later.
I think he's asked, "What to do with (me)?"
He and I must talk; this is not isolated.
He didn't have an answer.
I think he's asked, "What to do with (me)?"
The system splashes.
He didn't have an answer.
I ring for my 4:00 lesson; "He'll be back by 4:00."
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