bad news, just like you see on the TV there isnt enough time, to tell you how sorry i am and i'm sorry for anything i caused you... i heard you shed those tears through the telephone hoping that it won't ruin the call, i didn't want to hear the dial tone i wanted to hear that you were okay... there wasn't anything, that i was sorry for when i saw you, there wasn't enough time to reach the door you were out of my grip... just tell me this is a dream, or just watching the news there isn't enough to tell you, that i knew, yes i knew that framed for what i did, but i would do anything for you to forgive me for whatever i did.... can i just get a phone call, without a tear, or a sudden yell? there was no sound through your voice, feed back was what came from your cell atleast i knew you were on... on as hope, that i didn't lose you...i didnt lose you just yet... Hoping, you were listening through the other line the other line, your ears, hoping they were open i listened to the songs i sung and wrote while reading, while reading your last note the note where you said, you loved me more than i thought a love that could never be sold, or bought i hope to hold, your heart once more give me one more chance, to have the chance to adore you once more...