Thinking of You
I don't know why I spend most of the day
Just sitting and thinking of you
It doesn't make any sense at all
But it is all I seem to do
I know it is foolish to waste my time
and that is very true
But I can't seem to help it
When there isn't much else to do
Even when I try to work
You climb into my head
Then you just sit inside
until I fall asleep in bed
I would very much like to tell you
How much I have grown to hate it
But it is nice to have you in mind
That much I have to admit
Copyright © Justin Rink | Year Posted 2007
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