All I can offer is the truth,
And you hate me for it.
All I can do is try,
And you throw a fit.

Its likely we wont talk again
Or write since i lost my pen.
But ill still listen
and wait
to hear you call...

Dead at the other end of the phone,
When you hung up i began to choke,
On the words i wanted to say,
But ill pay...

Ill pay with my heart,
my soul,
and my sanity.
Ive lost my vanity.

But just spin round,
Like my head on a top,
Bound
To stop when the time is right.

Please hit me over the head,
Because i want to say
The right things.
I dont want to speak the truth,
I dont want us to be dead...

 
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