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My broken heart won't repair
I Run inside and wait by the phone.
 He said he'll call me.
 To anxious to eat or drink.
 I just wait for the phone to be for me.
 
 Minutes then hours past.
 If the phone rang it's not him.
 I gave him my number,
 why won't he call?
 
 Was the phone busy when he tried?
 Did I give him the wrong number?
 Reasons why he doesn't call flash through my mind.
 
 Then the phone rings.
 Doubting it will be him I pick up.
 When I say hello his voice rang through my ear.
 I thinking he was going to ask me out.
 But how wrong I was.
 
 He told me he knew I liked him.
 He said he had a girlfriend.
 Trying to fit one word into this conversation Something hit me deep inside.
 
 He told me to leave him alone.
 I don't even talk to him though,
 I don't understand.
 Trying to say that he hung up.
 
 I knew I couldn't hold back the tears.
 I run to my room so no one can see me cry.
 
 I keep crying until my pillow is soaked through.
 Then I cry some more.
 He didn't let me explain.
 He didn't care of what I had to say.
 
 I know my mom will say 'move on.'
 My dad will say 'You don't need him.'
 I know my brother won't care so I was all alone.
 Well it felt like that.
 
 I was glad it was the weekend because I don't want to face him in school.
 I stay in my room and my mom brings me my drinks. The days pass by and I am not feeling better.
 
 Now the weekend is over I have to come out and suck up my tears.
 He said what he meant I guess.
 No changing it or going back.
 My heart is to broken to care now.
 
 Trying to stay strong when I know I am still weak.
 Even though I won't to scream when I see you,
 I have control.
 This is my life but I don't know if I can control it. Because I know love might destroy it.

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