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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
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