P. someone I don't talk to anymore.
When I get home I'll wait by the phone
But I somehow know you're never going to call.
I see you every day, liten to everything you say
But I still somehow know you don't love me at all.
Why do I pay heed
To an addiction I can't feed
And write words to a poem
That you won't ever read?
But I somehow know you're never going to call.
I see you every day, liten to everything you say
But I still somehow know you don't love me at all.
Why do I pay heed
To an addiction I can't feed
And write words to a poem
That you won't ever read?