There you go again
leaving me alone in the end.
You go and hang out with your crew,
now what am i supposed to do?
I'm staring at the floor
being really bored.
Waiting for your call,
crying as i fall.
Six hours have passed by,
and each time my heart breaks a little more inside.
Finally the phone rings and i listen as you tell me a whole bunch of boring things.
Finally i get sick of you,
c'mon boy get a clue.
I don't know what else to do.
Why am i in love with you?
I wish everything would be the same.
Why the fudge did you have to change?
I don't think we're gonna work out.
I'm sorry,''it's over.'' across the phone i shout.
