so many nights have I spent alone

waiting patiently with my phone

for a single ring, a telephone call

raising my spirits to have them smashed against the wall

No call today, no call tomorrow

He doesn't care, about my hopes or sorrow

he doesn't care what I feel inside

He wants to disguise himself he wants to hide

well I will hide no longer from this world so tough

I will shout it out loud I will play rough

the time for sweet has come to an end

Its time for my time to be better spent

no more tears will I shed no more nights will I cry

no more long talks while I dry my weary eye

I can't take it any longer I'm ready to give up

no more frantically chasing him like some lost little pup

now the tables have turned the times have changed

we'll see if he can stand up to some of the same.

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