I give up on trying to get a hold of you,
I'm tired of calling and only hearing rings.
I'm sick of feeling like you wont speak the truth.
I'm sick of being yelled at for trying to talk to you,
Somedays I feel like I risk my life to hear your voice.
You wonder why I assume things, it's because of this.
Because you never answer my calls, I feel dismissed...
I hate the fact that you seem so wrapped up in what's around you,
I sometimes think that you forget that I'm the one who found you.
I'm tired of guessing where I'm going wrong, or if we're okay
I just want to talk to you, speak the truth, at least for a day.
Damn, you make my head hurt and my stomach turn,
I guess it's all right, without you I'd probably crash and burn.
So, for now I'm just going to sit here and rub my eyes,
Twiddle my fingers, hoping all I assume are just lies.