You not texting me back is fine... For a day or even two but after a week I don't know what to do... I clean and I run I play music but it's not fun cause I do it all to control my stress and my body and mind are becoming a mess I like you a lot but I've reached the top of the levels I can take of stress and distance and silence that deafens the light of nights and days. I can't sleep can't eat can't think on my feet dont know which way to go cause for a while there I started to think that you might become my home. All I wanted was a goodbye kiss, But I guess the night's gonna end like this. No one's going to get their way, from a hundred and sixty-two miles away.