There you go again, crying down the phone.
I left you, end of story, just leave me alone.
You scream at me:
"We were meant to be together,
This, us, was meant to last forever!
Think of all the good times we shared
Surely that means something?"
I hate you trying to make me feel guilty.
Sending me old pictures of us, old songs,
New flowers. Telling me that you love me,
Just makes me feel filthy.
You can't make me feel the same way again,
And if this was real love, we'd never have parted.
If this was real love, you'd never have gone with
Another girl. Then you start to sing outside my window
but all it does is stir unwanted memories of a past life.
After you, I'll never love again.
