How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us.
How I long for the toll of the recess bell.
Have you forgotten me?
Grown mindless of me?
Tell me I am not writing into an abyss,
Or that is what will become of my heart.
How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us.
How I long for the toll of the recess bell.
Have you forgotten me?
Grown mindless of me?
Tell me I am not writing into an abyss,
Or that is what will become of my heart.
