The doctor is sick of calling
I’m sick of telling him I’ve fallen
I’m no angel but at least
I’m not crawling
Keeping it quiet from saying he’s missing
When!!!!!
They are only going to blame him
Even though the days are shortening it’s not like him to go wondering
He told me he has nothing left to stay for
What am I to do now?
Put the doctor on hold and tell him to stop calling
Heartache and Pain to my vertebrae
There must be more to this that I don’t know
You don’t just take off
Having no where to go
It’s not like him to take off when the
Times quarter past dark
If he thinks the problems have stopped growing
He is relaxing in the wrong town
Where is he when the sunrises?
Where will he be when there isn’t anyone to answer the bell?
The doctor is sick of calling
I’m sick of telling him I’ve fallen
I’m no angel but at least
I’m not crawling
Keeping it quiet from saying he’s missing
When!!!!!
They are only going to blame him
Even though the days are shortening it’s not like him to go wondering
He told me he has nothing left to stay for
What am I to do now put the doctor on hold and
Tell him to stop calling
Hope he realises what he had before it’s gone
The doctor is sick of calling
Keeping it quiet from saying he’s missing
When!!!!!
By Chloe Rae
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