I'm so sore

I'm so sore that I could cry forever; don't know what's this all about, all I know is that the phone keeps ringing, and I ignore it; look down at it, see the name on the screen, frown, bite my lip and turn off the volume. that'll help, not hearing, pretending that I do not hear your call. I can pretend I hate you; I don't, but you chose to walk out of my life, so now go away, don't try to come back in, cause I won't let you; you've caused enough sadness; there's no room for you in my life, there's no room for your voice, your regrets, your fake wisdom, and your mental age.

you are still a little girl; I need a woman.

see you around... or not.