Say it for once
what do you want from me?
stop torturing me
don't make me suffer
you insist in telling me
you think too much about me
when you're alone
and needs to hear the voice
of whom loves you
you can't stand the pain
you get the phone and then call me
and when I say hello
you talk about love and sometimes cry
and get to my heart
you make me think you still love me
and feed this illusion
that ends in the weeks you forget me
when I think I forgot you
the phone ripps the walls of making me mad
my heart rushes, I see the same story again
and stunned I say hello and it is you