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I've got numbers in my phone,

But no one to really talk to.

No one I wanna hear from that is.

I've got names in my contacts,

But can barely remember when the last time some of us have spoken.

It's like we drifted apart,

And aren't trying to rekindle our relationship,

Not certain I even want to.

I've got numbers in my phone,

Numbers I've collected over the years.

Some I've deleted,

Then turned right around & saved them again.

Some that don't need to be there.

Some I only keep because I feel I need to,

Because I've known them for so long. 

It's like this mental commitment I have,

Like I must keep them.

I have to.

I've got names in my phone,

And that's exactly what some of them are.

Names.

Reminders of what was,

What could have been.

What isn't.

Reality.

It's not like no one doesn't have time for me, 

I'm just tried of half spoken words and unfinished conversations. 

I don't want to be a burden,

Therefore I don't try to be.

Won't even contact some people, 

Until they reach out to me.

I've got contacts in my phone,

But no one I'm desperate to hear from.

No one who really gets it,

No one who really gets me,

No one who's trying to.

I've got numbers in my phone,

But no one to really talk to.