My phone just rang.
Every vibration, felt like an invasion.
I could really use a vacation.
For now my bed will just have to do.
I have a ball and chain.
It carries my shame.
A cloud that always brings rain.
With that comes the pain.
It becomes so overbearing.
Left numb and depressed.
I obsess.  
This is no longer just a test.
Take a shackle of the chain.
Boy, you must be insane.
You know she's gonna call you back up.
Tell you how bad you ****** up.
You're really starting to push you luck.
At this point, I would rather get hit by a truck.