The Same.

by Melissa May   Jun 8, 2008


Getting a call form you every single day,
Is really pathetic in every way.
Begging and pleading for me to take you back,
I hang up the phone as if I had a heart of black.

You say you miss me, and that you care,
That you cry every night wishing I was there.
I still don't believe a word you say.
I wish that you would just go away.

You miss me, you need me, you want me back,
I have now found some one to fill what you lack.
Don't say your sorry, or that you will change,
Because for ever and always, you will remain the same.

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