I'm sick and tired of waiting for my friends to call my phone
To return back their call and keep hearing the dial tone
You tell me were friends,
But I don't always believe it's true,
If you don't want to be in my life
Then forget me screw you!
I tried to be nice to you
and be there like a friend
But it wasn't even worth even worth it
because you weren't there for me
in the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem