your dead to me now....i say i love you to the reciever....
imy mothers in the phone and i never see her...
distant voice distant relative from the past....ive only held on this long
cause i know it what helps you sleep at night...you think your raiseing me
from far away...the only trace of you is on the phone bills every month or
two......you call when your consiance calls for it.....i should hate you
desperatly....but i give my darling voice from time to time cause as a
person i want you to start swimming and feel guilty for drownding....
so get well soon...
get well for you...
not for me
just a dead skeleton in my closet....
hang on to my voice if it helps.....but the love i give is lifeliss and
really just said to the plastic phone reciever i clinge to ........
the operator gave birth to me...
get well soon.....id never send a card to you....
to unefected by you....i cant hate you.....to unapart of me i really dont
love you....but if its what keeps you going....then from time to time when
your guilt gets to you mother dearest then ill pick up plastic and breathe
out a life liss i love you ...that i can manage....
 
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