Phone

I try 2 finish early so that I can rush all the way home

Dial the 7 digits and hope that u will pick up ur phone

But as I sit on the bed hearin nothin but the ringtone

I think 2 myself \"Man I couldn\'t b so alone\"

Talkin 2 myself sayin I\'m on my own

Wishin that U my luv will pick up ur telephone

The answering machine cums up and chills run through my bones

A noise comes out my mouth it sounds like a very short moan

Ur not pickin up right now thats why Im writin u this poem

I feel like a leaf right now in which the wind has blown

Every time I hear the ring of my babies telephone

I JUST LAY BACK AND THINK THAT MAYBE UR NOT HOME