I hate waking up alone,
Alls i do is stare the the phone...
Are you ever doing the same?
Are you sure you're done with this game?
The bottle of whiskey under my bed
Has been my friend instead
Sometimes when i can't see at all
That's when i just want to give you a call
How do I get over the cold fact
That there's nothing I can do to bring you back
It's so f'ed up since you're the one who hurt me
And i shouldn't even want you this badly
I still think of the things you did
I still have this pain i can't rid
But i still care so f'ing much
I need your voice, I need your touch
How do i get over the never-ending truth
That for me, i was used
It's so f'ed up that i still care this way
Even though I know things will never be OK
Just please pick up your phone
Please tell me you feel alone
Please say that you're sorry once more
For taking advantage of me before
Let me bad a little bit longer
Then I'll grow a little more stronger
But please just say that you'll wait
Give me some time and it'll be great
I don't want to lose you out of my life
I don't want to forget about you tonight
