Hello, Lynn

Hello, Lynn, my dear.

I'm glad that you're here.

I'm having some problems at home.

I can't go through the night alone.

Hello, Lynn.

I'm glad you could make it, though I know that you fake it.

Your smile's not convincing, and your tears are just as empty

As every word, every glance, every hurt, and every chance.

That makes me think:

Who am I? And what do I feel?

When will I come back to life? Where do I belong?

Why do I keep coming back, and how do I stop feeling this way?

Hello Lynn, my friend.

Tell me, how have you been?

Why'd you call tonight? Are you alright?

Get in your car, and drive to my place.

We'll talk it over then, Lynn.

I'm glad you could make it, though I know that you fake it.

Your smile's not convincing, and your tears are just as empty

As every word, every glance, every hurt, and every chance.

That makes me think:

Who am I? And what do I feel?

When will I come back to life. Where do I belong?

Why do I keep coming back? And how do I stop feeling this way?

So then, Lynn, my dear, why are you really here?

I've seen you through the years, and these are not real tears.

I don't quite understand.

Why don't you understand?

That I'm not the same man, and you had your chance...and missed it.

So unless you got something else good to say, you're done.

Because, sorry, I'm done.

Every word that leaves your lips. Oh those lips I want to kiss.

Every word is false. You don't believe your lies, nor do I.

I'm more miserable than ever, and all you do is pretend to care.

And only because, Loser, you need me. Why do you need this constant Love?

You don't love me, and I hate when you say you do.

I never told you that, I never loved you for your body. Because I loved you for you.

And did I ever tell you, that I think you're such a tease.

And it's killing me.  So much hate in your veins.  So dark.  So cold.

I won't miss you, Lynn.

Every Word, Every Glance, Every Hurt, and Every Chance,

That makes me think:

Who Am I? And What Do I Feel?

When Will I Come Back To Life? Where Do I Belong?

Why Do I Keep Coming Back? And How Do I Stop Feeling This Way?