That damn phone of yours
Rang over and over and over
You'd told me not to call
You weren't going to answer
You weren't lying
No you weren't
And you didn't
I had something to say
I thought I did
At least
I thought it was real
That we were lovers
But you said
'You're a living disaster
A broken man, nothing of worth
A candle already burnt
Maybe you should be chained
Like the beast, that you are'
I wanted to tell you
Something
Just a short thing to say
I love you
But screw that
I get your point
Sorry it didn't work out
I'm leaving now
No reason to stick around
Only fools linger
Only idiots wonder
When told the truth
There's little one can do
