Téa sat on the cheap motels ugly printed bed sheets the cheap plastic phone pressed to her ear listening to the phone ring and ring. waiting for tru to answer. she must be out she thinks. realizeing that they are 3 or 4 hrs behind her now. she sighs and was bout to hang up when she heard someone pick up. 'tru ?' she tucked her hair behind her ear pulling her knees to her chest. she'd offered to share a room with rhyder while they were in nyc, but she didnt know if rhy would take her up on it or not. she'd gone to the hospital to see how her friend was, and téa had called kisha but recived no answer, she left a message with her room number and a phone number for the hotel so the girl could call her back. so she sat alone in the two bed motel listenign to the rain pound against the window the constant sounds of brakes squeeling and horns blasting out in the street. the heavy bass of some white-wanna-be-black driving down the street. all the familliar sounds of the city. she rubbed her eyes they felt gritty and tired. and she felt sick. not at all happy. 'yo..tru...its téa where the hell you been yo ?'
my immortal
i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase