sábado, 5 de julio de 2014

All this time I was wasting, hoping you would come around; I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. And it's taking me this long, baby, but I figured you out. And you're thinking we'll be fine again, but not this time around. You don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone; this is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore. And you can say that you're sorry but I don't believe you, baby, like I did before. You're not sorry. Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know. Could've loved you all my life If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. And you got your share of singers and I'm tired of being last to know; and now you're asking me to listen cause it's 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 anymore, I won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw, there's nothing left to beg for and you can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you, baby, like I did before. You're not sorry.

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