no, really, you continue calling br but i do not want to speak br honestly i see too much of you br so i've spoken my piece br br but, it kinda hurts when i know br that love's blind of hurt: hello br br please, do not add expression br to the weakness in your voice br walking, calling, talking to me br giving me disease br br it kinda pains to let it rain br when all i feel is fire in my veins br br so don't call me anymore br i won't be there to pick it up br listening, thinking, anxiously waiting br for you to call me, so stop br br i won't be there to pick it up br you walk and talk and call me br reminding me of better days br before pain was always freebr br Annie Cordelia Adamsbr br