How I Fall


Its not the way I want to live
Something inside of me has to give

There are times you looked at me
As though Im all that you could see

Dont make promises
Unless you know they're true
Cuz I might do something stupid
Like start to believe in you

Are we friends
Please tell me how this ends

I mean nothing to you at all
So this is how I fall

Dont make me promises
When you know I'll believe them
Your sick and twisted thoughts I've shared
You know you'll deveive them

With a simple telephone call
You leave me here with nothing at all

With a short telephone call
Please tell me that its not all.....
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