You are the call I wish to never get
Yet long for everyday
For as long as I live

In this place we call home I swear none of us have the right morals to look up to and we’re all on social media wishing for acceptance in the for of likes and followers and views and friends on snapchat. In this place we call home were banning people from their dreams and are taken away from their families and are laughed at because of their color on the outside and not by the inside on the space of their hearts and is separated by who they pray to and how they celebrate their life. In this place we call home, we all have messed up minds.

How can you go from telling me you love me to not responding to any of my calls?
How can you tell me you need me then say you're going to a party and there's no guarantee you won't **** someone else?
How can you say all the things you do and still get mad at me for getting hurt?
Do you even want me?
Am I just a convenience?
I knew it was too good to be true...

It's blindness
no mercy
It's foolishness
It's fancy

slowly slowly
I fell down in a deep hole
sorrowful to take this role

Can you hear me screaming, calling to the lost souls?
It's the silence among the walls

Waiting is hurting too
I have no choice either stay or go..