Stoned again © 2007
I stop and wonder why I can't get my baby on the telephone. All I get is a busy tone. The connection flies off into wrong directions.
"Fuck!" I mutter to myself.
She left me standing here just high and dry. What a way to go.
I got into bed and turned out the light.
"What've you got so much to talk about, anyways?" I mused.
"Can't you get no satisfaction? You never stop!"
I told you once - "Never break this heart of stone."
But she never listens to me.
"An't it strange?" I whisper aloud. "She left me with no warning."
"It's not easy living on the telephone."
Living on your own is hard. I decided to call once again. Busy once more. "It's off the hook." I assure myself.
The pain in my heart has me running for shelter. Sitting around the apartment late tonight has me in deep need of an emotional rescue. I leave and find solace with a girl that I know.
We all need someone we can lean on.
I return home the next evening and I sit looking out the window from the top floor of my block. Imagining the world has stopped.
"What a drag it is getting old. Things are different today." I guess I'll feel the same tomorrow
I dial her number again.
"This will be the last time."
As tears go by all I hear is the busy sound. It's off the hook.
Author: - The CrackWalker (Trish Poce)© 2007
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