Waiting
Waiting
The hair on my head falls out as I wait
I wait for you in the seat of my living room
having a couple of shots thinking about what you are up to
waiting for my phone to ring so that I know that you are coming home to me
I wonder what your doing at this time
its past five and you are still no where to be seen
I finally get a call when the clock hits 6:30
the police department called and said you were part of a crime scene
you were my baby girl
and we knew you had an important task in this world
I am devastated now thinking about what I could have done to save you
I just had to realize that you were my baby girl and that I loved you.
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