I cant bare the thought of you and I not speaking to eachother.
It's been 2 weeks and I can't stand it.
I feel torn inside.
Hiding it all behind this smile I must put on each day.
Yet, behind it you will find a broken girl who is lost.
I hate the way I feel tonight.
Each day that goes by, I hope to hear my phone ring.
It does.. But, its not you, mom.
I have so much anger built up but I can't begin to dwell on that.
Yet, I can't stand here and be all happy.
I am guessing you are pretty content.
You left me once before mom.
Look, You did it again.
I am sure you are pretty content too..