You called me up, throwing
my name around like it was
a knife
You only called me to blame
me say it's all my fault and
throw it my face
It's been two months since
I've heard your voice and
still all I wanted to do is hear
you laugh even if it was in my
face
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
