Same old phone call

by cupcake   Aug 24, 2008


Every single time
we are on the phone
things are going perfect
in a blink of an eye
things start to change
we get all serious
tension starts to build
aggravation
jealousy
trying to hold it in
lets not fight
telling you how i feel
seems to make it worse
i try to talk but
it doesn't work
it suppose to be me and you
and yet I'm against the world

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