TO NIGHT AND THE PHONE, by more then just that girl Subscribe to rss feed for more then just that girl

I'm not picking up the phone tonight.
Don't call. 
Don't tell me your fight.
Because I fight to, with all my might.
Don't call me tonight, because I don't want to fall.
 
I am going out with another friend.
The one who won't make me break and bend.
The one who won't make me play pretend.
 
I am going to laugh until it hurts.
Because I won't play the corps. 
I'm not dead.
I won't play that game.
It already has to much fame.
I'm not really a fan.
 
CH:
So don't call me tonight.
Your my friend,
But I am sick of playing pretend.
I'm not picking up that phone.
So leave me alone
 
I'm done playing with you.
You broke me, I hear it in your voice you already knew.
 
Don't think you can pick up that phone, 
and I will pick it up.
Because I won't.
It's my night to own.
 
Don't talk to me about the fight.
Its to hard to try.
If I see your name on caller id.
Don't leave a message for me.
 
I won't call you back tonight.
I'm not sleeping in fright.
this night is all mine
 
CH:
So don't call me tonight.
Your my friend,
But I am sick of playing pretend.
I'm not picking up that phone.
So leave me alone



DEDICATION: I wrote this bc I used to like my bestfriend
(not anymore)


Posted: 2008-09-30 23:15:48 UTC

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2008-11-03 16:39:12shreya
nice work