The ringing gets more frequent,
Within the telephone.
The anger rises in me,
Because I know he's home.
The questions in my head,
Will not go away.
"Why won't he just talk to me?"
"What is it he cannot say?"
I have so much to give,
Why can't he just see?
If you look deep enough,
You'll see what's inside of me.
The anger that I had,
Is gone without a trace.
As I bow my head in silence,
And wipe a tear from my face.
Another message on his machine,
I guess I'll get used to it.
He just doesn't love me,
But that's the way I live!
