I hear the phone ring and pray its you
I feel the tears running down my face
You were ashamed and I was your disgrace.
Thatss why you got up and left
Leaving me in bereft.
You don't care about how I feel
Having to remain ideal is your only worry
Thats why you got up and left in such a hurry.
Your friends would point and laugh
Unable to hold up your own behalf
You gave into every joke
I hope you choke.
