More Words…

I am the fool that I am,
Keep thinking you might give a damn,
Throw me a smile but it’s all a fucking sham.
Making promises and then breaking them,
If your gonna do that why you fucking making them.
2 months, no words, no texts, no calling,
All of a sudden phone rings and your bawling,
What’s wrong? I’m calling.
‘Ah this and that, My mans a prat,
Getting fat and my mates a rat.’
I’m listening attentively,
Acting sensibly,
Being nice ostensibly.
‘I love you, your such a good mate,
Always listen to me, you never hate.’
I’m smiling, thinking she’s come to her senses,
Readjusted her lenses, So I drop my defenses
‘Don’t worry, I’m always here,
To give you my ear, to wipe your tear’.
She’s okay now so she disappears again,
Doesn’t stay long enough to even sense my pain,
Feel shit, been left alone again,
Matter seems so simple and plain.
I vow to never be a fool again,
To never be someone’s tool again,
My head will rule again.
Until the phone rings and she’s crying,
Can’t do this to her, I’m not lying.
Put the phone to my ear and I start to hear,
Knowing after this, she’ll dissapear.