If the phone doesn’t ring
It’s me
I know things won’t work out
Don’t believe
There’s a glass between something
You saw before
And the wrong impression left
Leaves no more
Tell a lie
Case in fact
I feel the same
Alot can go on in my place
I need to know
Why in the end things turned out wrong
I know
When the things you’ve done won’t lie awake
I think I’d be on the first mistake
Noone understands this badly
I might as well
You might guess the same yourself
But it’s so hard to tell
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