You told me to delete your number
I did that
The fact that we stopped talking
Ended up with us walking
Away from each other
But I didn't care one way or another
It was over
You thought I was feeling some type of way
But I don't feel that way, no, not today
You were cut off, like the circulation
To my brain, strangulation
Written off like a useless character in my own script
There's nothing left of you
A call I made, left unanswered
A call lost