• The Other Side •
Repeat, Not Necessary
When I wake up, before I hit the grind,
It's the first thing that I have in mind,
Every night, just before going to bed,
It's the last thought inside of my head,
Each day, I will be waiting by my phone,
It's then that I realize I am still alone,
Every call, unknown; each text, I read,
"I'm tired," was the last thing you said,
It was 3 days ago, you'd just got home,
You're always on my mind, & also your own,
Show's over, closed curtain, drew blind,
Will he even notice he's left me behind?
I'm sure he's too busy to have the time,
He is not worthy of love as good as mine.
It's the first thing that I have in mind,
Every night, just before going to bed,
It's the last thought inside of my head,
Each day, I will be waiting by my phone,
It's then that I realize I am still alone,
Every call, unknown; each text, I read,
"I'm tired," was the last thing you said,
It was 3 days ago, you'd just got home,
You're always on my mind, & also your own,
Show's over, closed curtain, drew blind,
Will he even notice he's left me behind?
I'm sure he's too busy to have the time,
He is not worthy of love as good as mine.
