You don't have to call anymore, i won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw, don't want to hurt anymore. And you can tell me that you are sorry, but i wont believe you like i did before. You are not sorry, no more, no more.

You look so innocent, I might believe you if i didn't know. I could loved you all my life, if you hadn't left  me waiting in the cold. And you got your share of secrets and i'm tired of beign the last to know, and now you are asking me to listen, but it don't worked like each time before.