I don't want the phone to ring again,
I don't want to hear you knocking on my door,
No more notes taped to my desk,
I just can't take them anymore.
The sweet words conceal the madness,
The suffocating watch,
I'm drowning in your glare,
And can't seem to get away.
Each time I turn
There you are,
Staring back at me,
Silence has replaced the joyful chatter,
But you won't let go, and I can't struggle free.
This isn't love.
Can't you see?
You and me,
We just weren't ment to be!
Like the first slice of cake,
I want the unbroken surface back,
The innocence of that first, sweet kiss.
