There is a woman who's up tonight
not because she wants to be but,
because she made a choice she can't reverse now
On this sleepless night the brief moments you shared
play through her mind
As these blissful snapshots ignite a flame
deep within her soul she asks silently
Do you think of me?
The truth is she thinks of you and
wonders how you are, every chance she gets
Just once she'd like to read a, "Good Morning Beautiful text
like she use to not so long ago
Her heart can't keep beating in a rhythm that seems to be asking
Do you think of me?
If you're not thinking of her like you say you have been
please be the gentleman she believes you are and
let her go with your best wishes
So she may never again have to silently ask
Do you think of me?
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