I was going to text you today and see how you were doing but I knew you was busy, well too busy for me.
Your voice it is but a faint whisper that I used to know so well.
I’ve wrote you lots of text but I never hit send! Because I knew that your busy, well too busy for me.
I remember when we first started talking I remember it like it was yesterday.
I dream about you every night but when I open my eyes and you’re nowhere to be found,
I scream your name so loud but you don’t answer me so I’m guessing you’re busy well too busy for me.
