by Allen Gates

Created on: April 12, 2011   Last Updated: April 13, 2011

No phone call to say that things are all right;
Waiting for hours makes ill thoughts run wild.
Our last conversation led to this fight,
There is no excuse to act like a child.

My heart is now racing as fast as this car.
I’m on my way home to get peace of mind.
Your cell phone is off; do you not have one bar?
Only two more blocks, I’m not sure what I’ll find.

It brings me to shivers and makes me throw-up.
Why are you throwing it all away?
Totally empty is how I see this cup.
There is nothing you can do to make me stay.

Now it all makes sense from what I can see,
You have already gone and left nothing for me.

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