The Call – Written by Sheila J.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somehow it’s become too much,

somehow we’ve gotten too deep

Straying away from the arrangement,

we were originally out to seek

Look at us now,

the vision is unclear

We’ve wandered into a place,

where we’re susceptible to fear

Mentally exhausted…

trying to fight it

fight you

fight this

Want to end it all

Days pass…

my phone is silent

mind is silent

peace and quiet

And then you call…

This time it’ll be different,

this time it won’t be the same

Empty promises spoken,

and we give into this game

Always good for a while,

but eventually we turn bad

Forgetting the boundaries we’ve set,

crossing the lines we once had

Mentally exhausted…

saying fuck it

fuck you

after I’ve fucked you

Want to end it all

Days pass…

my phone is silent

mind is silent

peace and quiet

And then you call…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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