You were the one to dial my number first. I picked up - I was at the party. You were whispering for help, alone in some cheap hotel room. I think you were dying.
...you know those signal bars that indicate connection? well.. they were disappearing, as I run towards you door. It was closed. And then my battery died.
It makes me wonder now; did you cry or did you just listened to my steps in silence, as I was leaving?
Don't try to call me again. I sold my cell-phone for parts.
Can you hear me now,
=)
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