When I answer the phone
The phone is ringing
I can just look at the clock
And know it's you
You always call
Around the same time
Your so predictable
I let the answering machine answer it
Because I don't feel like getting yelled at just yet
So you leave a stupid random message
That always seem to make me smile
Then the next time you call back
I answer it and you make me cry
You always seem to bring me down
And the worst part of it
Is that I think it makes you happy
So after we're done talking
I sit alone and cry
I should of known better
Not to answer the phone
When you call
But all my friends hear
those stupid random messages
And tell me how funny you are
And how lucky I am to have you around
But your not funny
And I'm not lucky to have you around
No one see's how badly you treat me
When you think no one is around
I just want someone to see
How you really are
They think it's me that has the problem
When it's you that has the problem
But no one will see it
Because your such a great actor
poem by Beth Ann
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