It's okay, it doesn't matter. I wasn't expecting you to call
Hell, I'm surprised you even noticed me at all.
When you said my name I swear it stopped my heart
I couldn't believe you saw me...after we fell apart.
Was it my tears that made you stop and say hello?
Did you just happen to have time, nowhere else to go?
Why did you sit beside me and ask me what was wrong?
I thought it might be obvious. I never was that strong.
Why did you have to hold my hand and tell me its okay?
Don't you understand? I can't be with you today.
You broke my heart into a million pieces, all out of hate.
What made you decide to care, now that it's too late?
