This is a little song I wrote. (well ok, it's just lyrics, no song yet or maybe no song ever) It is about someone... a lot of you know who that someone is, and some of you know and will figure it out after you read it a little. The rest of you... what can I say? Long story. But if you got the time, I've got the energy, lol. (ps- please be nice and keep in mind that I don't write songs.. this one just happened to come out when I was mad about a phonecall)

Phonecalls

The phone rings, and I stare at it,
Wonderin' if it's you again,
And why you like to torment me this way,
The reason slips my mind.

Do you think it isn't bad enough,
That things had to end like that?
Do you think it isn't bad enough,
Communication stopped like that?

You make it out like I'm the bad guy,
Like I'm the reason for all this,
I know you try to pull the guilt thing,
This thing was done with for a while now,
Or so I thought...

Your friends say you haven't been the same,
That somethin's circlin' in your mind,
Why couldn't you leave it alone?
No looking back and no regrets.

Do you think it isn't bad enough,
That we went our separate ways?
Do you think it isn't bad enough,
Never wanted it this way.

Now I look at the phone again,
Seems the same but yet it's changed,
Couldn't wait for it to ring before,
Now I can't wait to hang up.

As I look, it starts to ring,
It's as if you knew to call,
So self-assured as you say "Hey, it's me"
So self-assured as I hang up again.

Always have to believe you're right,
That the world was made to revolve around you,
I'm just sorry I had to be the one,
To break those beliefs through and through.

Do you think it isn't bad enough,
That we had to fight it out?
Do you think it isn't bad enough,
But you wanna try to make it worse.

So go ahead and try and try,
Cause you're the one who's left behind,
There's no regret at all from my side,
I'd take the phone off the hook if I could.

So kids... the moral of this story? Never EVER date stubborn, self-assured 18 yr. olds... they won't leave you alone about it for months, and if you're really unlucky, maybe even years. That's the way of life.