Beck

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I wonder, when I am no longer at your beck and call
If you’ll finally find the words to say.
Will you miss me, or not notice I’m gone at all?

Are there any memories that you recall
Now that I have finally stepped away?
I wonder, when I am no longer at your beck and call.

I tell myself, stand proud, keep my walk tall,
But knowing you don’t care makes my resolve fray:
Will you miss me, or not notice I’m gone at all?

Now that I’ve deleted you from life and all,
I fight back thoughts about you every single day.
I wonder, when I am no longer at your beck and call.

You inflicted hurt with a word so small,
Smashing my hopes like ships stranded in stormy bay.
Will you miss me, or not notice I’m gone at all?

I to and I fro about putting up this wall,
My defences are useless; they bend and they sway.
I wonder, when I am no longer at your beck and call
Will you miss me, or not notice I’m gone at all?

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