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I am just a check

998 dollars a month

Too busy for me this time

maybe next month i'll

make time for you



for me



i am nothing to you

and i wish you were more

to me



for me



You raised me

you denied me

left me unwhole

and broken behind the lies

dont lie



for me



Promises were broken

i've been hurt

i'm just  a phone call

too hard to push the buttons

to difficult to love me

to care



for me



you weren't mine

you never were

i lied you lied

it wasn't ever meant to be

more than it is right now

i'm not loving

you're not losing



for me



the psycho babble

the 3 tears

i dont understand

maybe i'm letting go



for me



i am your check

you are my dreaded phone call

i dont care for you

and you

you dont care



for me.