A Simple Lie (APH)

It's three in the morning and you're calling to see
if I am still crying and to check up on me
It's four in the morning we're still on the phone
The conversation is simple a sob and a moan,
It's five in the morning, my eyes are still red
I'm still so tired, but there's fears in my bed.

You're asking if I'm okay, alright, still fine.
All I can think is, 'I thought he was mine.'
It's simple this feeling, there is a name.
We call it heartbreak, it's more than a game.
It's treated so lightly, so simple, so free
When it's happening to others, not to me.

This shouldn't happen, I used to be strong
Things were so perfect, I was so wrong.
You're a player, a liar and much worse than that.
This feeling so complex, my thoughts so flat.
Don't tell me you love me, then tell me you lied
Don't tell me you're affected, don't tell me you cried.

This game is finished, over and done.
I'm sick of your lies, I hope you had fun.