| A minute ticks by and I still miss you. |
| With every moment that passes, I miss you more. |
| I stare at the clock and wait for your coming- |
| hoping that you'll think of me and lend me your time. |
| But I know that you won't, that that's not the case, |
| and that only hurts me all the more. |
| With every moment that passes, it increases my pain. |
| And bit by bit, |
| it's whittling my soul. |
| So if this keeps up... I don't know how I'll last until the morrow. |
7/29/03 on Katie