TO NIGHT AND THE PHONE, by 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 |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.
2008-11-03 16:39:12 | shreya |
nice work |