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No text no call blues

No call or text blues
                  

I ain't worth your time
Baby even though you were worth mine

Sitting around waiting all day
But you got time to watch and hit play

I text you but can't get the same
This shirt is so fucking lame

It takes 3 secs to respond
Now I really see what's going on

You don't really want me so
I was a fool and should have known

I don't take much to keep me happy
Now I know the truth and feel crappie

Don't give a shit  about gifts and things
I just want a text or a call that rings

I am done begging
I am done pleading

I doing everything even going to school
Your just dragging me on like a fool

Come up with every excuse in the book
I text you and you just take a look

Somethings got to change
Or I will make the rearrange

We live to far apart for this
Sick of not even feeling missed

I sit here all day waiting
And it's me about your not thinking

Somethings got to give
Because like this I just can't live

I take the time to think of you
You don't do the same it's true

If I was the one doing this
You would just walk away say fuck it

I am sick of being the only one making this work
And losing every once of my self worth

I just want you to love and care
I am not even worth you to be there

I feel like I am just wasting time
Here with out a reason of a rhyme

The truth is you don't want me
Yet your to scared to leave

Somethings got to change soon
In your life I need room

It doesn't take much to make me happy
Instead of making me feel crappie

◄ Weeping in hell

Miss me ►

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