Everytime I hear that sound,
I hope it not you coming around.
I want it to just pass by,
Because I know you will make me cry.
Whenever I hear the tires screech,
My heart takes a sudden leech.
I take a breath and hold it in,
Hoping you won't come again.
Noticing the hole in my chest you out there.
In your presence it gets harder to bare.
As the noise fades away,
I thank God I missed a rant today.
Struggling to push you out of my mind.
For my thoughts of you are never kind.
Until I hear that sound once more.
Praying you won't come through the door.
