The Telephone Rings In The Darkness
Posted by Fena [ DANAEMAK_0837 AT MCHSI DOT COM ]; on July 23, 2006 at 00:02:59:
I guess I’m morbid because I wrote a few lines about death
I guess I’m strange because I hate the way you click you tongue ring with your teeth
And I am disappointing because I didn’t turn out to be the person you thought I was
But I didn’t ask for your consent or your opinion or your love
Well, not out loud anyway
And inside I love you and I hate you just as much
All those pain-filled nights when I tried to save you from yourself
You never really wanted to die, did you?
You wanted to wallow in your death wish
You wanted to hear us speak of you as if you had gone and left us
To hear of us speak of your laugh and your rhythmic words
And how you read our minds
You wanted to leave behind the ignorance and leave behind your insensitivity
How can I love you and hate you the same?
How can I make you be once again the person I thought you were?
How can I be the only one who sees all this ugliness in you?
How could I possibly be among those who worship your words?
You used love against me as you used sex against me
I guess I’m the passive little girl back home
And you know anytime you pick up the phone
I will be waiting for the call
But the phone always rings in the darkness
And though you never said it
The only way and the only time you could love me is in the darkness
Where the telephone rings and no one is watching
Today I will leave the phone off the hook for you
Because I am sick the black cries no one hears except for me
Maybe you could write a song about it
Could I be so lucky?
Maybe you could wallow on your own this time
About the death wish you don’t want
And the person you never thought I was