Break up

by amanda   Mar 17, 2006


His name came up
on the caller ID
at exactly
eleven-forty three

i answered it
in my cheery fashion
our late night talks
were always my passion

but his voice told me
something was wrong
like a horror movies
foreshadowing song

and as he said
the common Fraze
we need to talk
i was put in a daze

we have a connection
we get along fine
the problem isn't yours
it is indeed mine

but when your life
is SAT's
college applications
and activities

maybe you'll realize
why i made this choice
talk to me please
to you have a voice?

i would if i hadn't
hung up so quick
to comfort myself
i was feeling quite sick

so i guess this is it
this is the end
what more can i say?
ill miss you my friend.

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