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I’ve called your number now six times or more and the machine, it keeps picking up, I really need to talk to you As I wait by the phone knowing you won’t answer, I feel stuck, I am hurting, I don’t know what I can do I have no more answers, I have nothing left, I poured out my heart and my soul If you could not handle it, if you didn’t want the burden of it, I’m sorry it’s taken its toll I pick up the phone and put it back down, what is the use; it is obvious you want to be alone Time moves so slowly now, left with my thoughts and fears, I suppose for my sins I must atone Maybe tomorrow we will talk and I can explain, clear something up and help you see But I get the feeling that, from all the hell I have caused, the last person you want to talk to is me