The first time we met was on the phone,
you had a different kind of tone,
the second day you confessed your love towards me,
it just couldn't be,
you seemed so different than other boys,
you wouldn't just tell me your joys,
but also your miseries,
you would even listen to my crazy stories,
we would laugh, argue, and cry,
at the end all i would hear was a sigh,
it all ended because of my mom,
no more being happy and calm,
the past was now something like a myth,
i didn't have anyone else to cry with,
somehow i managed to go on without you,
i felt like someone totally new,
now you call again,
my attitude is now more like a ten,
i feel like my old self is back,
like a shoe put back on it's rack,
i hope your promises to change are for real,
maybe together our hearts will heal.
