[In how many differnt ways,]
In how many differnt ways, Must i tell you that i love you, Before it finally sinks in, Because i tried every way imaginable, And yet my arms are still emtpty, My heart still longs, And my lips still search, To just be near you, So just how many differnt ways, Must i tell you that i want you, need you, and love you Before it finally sinks in How much longer does my arms have to feel so empty, How much longer would you like my heart to long For my lips to search, For you to finally love me in returni know that this is bad, but what can i say Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 08:21 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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