Red walls closing in

Broken phone on the wall

Door is blocked

But I’m not shocked

I can’t get out anyway

The sky is dark

No one around

I can barely see the ground

Snow falls heavy

But makes no sound

Thick flakes creep up

The windows The skys cup

I cant see outside

I am getting cold

I might have to give up

I sit here on the floor

in this telephone booth

accepting fate

Closing my eyes

As I say goodbye

In that old telephone booth

Lays my body

Years past

Still alone

Found by nobody

Never maried

Never happy

Lets not get sappy

I said goodbye

I accepted fate

But on this date

remeber me

the girl who died

In a telephone booth

Just wanting to make a call