They don’t know you
Or me for that matter
The pain you caused
Or the marks you left
How could I expect
They’d understand
When maybe
They don’t
How every time
I sit
On the other end
Of a telephone
Stranded in call waiting
I’m used to this purgatory
Not being let in
Not being let out
Just a dead line
And it’s hard not to see
How anything could be different
Now it’s just new marks
Being added to the old ones
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