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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