You said you were coming
But then you ended up running...

I'm fed up with your demands
And how you act so bland...

I feel so pained by your actions
I should have seen the precautions...

You were my first love
You were my first frue love...

You hurt me so much
I just want your touch...

What does it mean?
I'm not going to make a scene...

You always make promises
But in the end, they're always compromises...

What will I do?
There won't be a you...

I write every word down
I can't hear any sound...

Now I call you
You're not sure what you'll do...

You talk when you want to
It hurts me and makes me feel blue...

You talk to me when you want to
When we're not talking, what do you do...