Friday, March 24, 2006


i kept askin' myself where'd you go?

i find myself tryna stay by the phone,
'cause your voice always helps me when i feel so alone,
but i feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
and when i pick up i don't have much to say,
so, i want you to know it's a little fucked up,
that i'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
tellin' you that i've had it with you and your career.

and there you are eloping with another.

i want you to know it's a little fucked up,
that i'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
for while you're not around, and feeling so useless,
it seems one thing has been true all along,
i don't really know what you got 'til it's gone.


|sti[c]kid| 5:39 AM|

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