The End

Alone I sit

awaiting your call,

walking a tightrope

just waiting to fall.                                                                                                                                 

Maybe you won't

maybe we're already done,

as far as I can see

this battle can't be won.                                                                                                                       

I want to understand

how we got this way,

how the good times we've had

have all been thrown away.                                                                                                                 

You were busy,

so was I

but I don't

understand why                                                                                                                                   

"busy" turned to

"it isn't love"

how our lives

came between us,                                                                                                                                

I never even noticed,

never had a clue

that having a life

meant I wasn't here for you.                                                                                                                  

You could have called,

we could've worked it out

but now I don't even know

what we're fighting about.                                                                                                                    

So I sit here alone

waiting for the phone to ring,

thinking about

every little thing.                                                                                                                                   

The way your smile 

used to be so bright,

or how you'd complain

each time I said goodnight.                                                                                                                  

"We need to talk"

that's what you said,

but all I heard

was "I think this is the end."