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DON'T CALL ME

(Don't Want To See You)

Don't call me, I don't want to see you
Yesterday you called, but I let it drop
Nine times you called, nine times I ignored
Was at a meeting, I was taking minutes

But I was glad to be occupied
Cause never-mind, 
I didn't want to talk to you
You always take, you hardly give.

I knew for a fact that you wanted me
Again to help you with something—
Didn't have to know what,
That's just how you roll,
And life is like fishroll.

But I have my own things to solve
And my own life to live
I wasn't born for you to live,
I'm a grown man, I'm not a child.

Don't mistake my silence cause I'm not wild
I opened a gate, you shoved it wide
I learned my lessons like a flash card.

There's a fear that perhaps I'm proud
That what goes around may come around
That perhaps, I block my blessings
But with you, I learned hard lessons.

You said you don't like being a bother
Well, you are.
It's time to put that into practice,
Don't plan your life around mine
Makes me feel like I'm wasting mine.

Can remember 
All the times I came through for you
All what I passed— through all my troubles,
You came out smelling like bubbles
While I was buried under the rubble.

It's painful you don't keep your word,
You make me cry out, "O Lord!"

You criticize those you're better than
But that makes you worse.
You criticize those worse than you
But you're not really better than.

But I can't deny the good times,
Despite the broken promises,
I know for a fact you love me,
But I'm not bound to you.

So I'll remember the good times
And cherish them.
What I took from you,
And cherish them.

But for now, please don't call me;
Things are hectic and difficult,
And I don't want to see you.

You make me stay away,
Whenever I'm there,
You remind me why I stay away
Always an errand for me today
Something to do tomorrow
I keep silent in sorrow.

Let me live, let me breathe
You can be difficult to swallow
Don't consider me callow
I'm a grown man, I'm not a child.

It's not goodbye, but stay away,
I'll still come around again
But for now, please understand
Like I want to hide underground
It's not goodbye, but I'll stay away...


© el-iyanu

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