Monday, August 23, 2010

so sorry.

All this time I was waisting hoping you would come around. I`ve been giving out chances everytime, and all you do is let me down. And it`s taken me this long, baby but i`ve figured you out. And you`re thinking we will be fine again but not this time around. Don`t call me anymore, because I won`t pick up the phone. This is the last straw. I don`t want to hurt no more. You say that you`re sorry. But I don`t believe you baby like I did before. You`re looking so innocent. I might believe you if I didn`t know. Could`ve loved you all my life if you haven`t left me waiting in the cold. You`ve got your share of secrets, i`m sick of being the last to know! Now your asking me to listen, because it worked each time before. You had me falling for you honey. And it never would`ve gone away. You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of it fade. So you don't have to call no more, because I wont`t pick up the phone. This is the last straw. There`s nothing left to beg for. You can tell me that you`re sorry, but baby I won`t believe you this time

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