All the times you said you'd call, Everytime I ended up down the hall, Got up after each and every fall, And try to still stand tall. All the times I sat and wait, Wriggling on your hook like bait, Teeth still sharp to slait, How these times make me hate. Left alone once again, Now I write with paper and pen, Weighted down to my den, Over and over again. But I just don't care, You can be still and stare, The rabbit's out of the snare, While you stand naked and bare. I just don't care.