I don't know your story, I've never read
a paragraph of you life..
I'll not lie I don't know when
your life became a doodle circling around
despair.
But I've been through things you've never
wrote about.
But I'm still here.
Don't think that a page will never turn,
that a paragraph became a sentence
then a singular word
END....
I cant hold you I've never even met you.
But if I just listen to your voice
its cutting me inside.
but I'm here for you, a voice shining
in the dark places where your own voice
had deafened you.
We can talk for as long as you want.
please insert coins in..
this call will end in
6.
5.
4.
3.2.1.....
Then your gone..
But I redial and I hear the tears circle the
phone cord, tightly grasping around your
vocal cords.
I'm here for you, ill stay till the silence isn't so profound
when your voice inside isn't so loud.
Just sleep on it after weve talked.
No your not alone, after I'm gone
talk to a friend, realise that they'll
be a brick in the wall to hold you up,
not to crumble.
Remember that I'm hear, now lets just talk.
