Sometimes you sit next to the phone, waiting for him
To call so he can tell you when he is coming home.
Lying down in the bed waiting alone, so you man come
Home with the same excuse again, I know you tired
Of this game but is too late now, so I guess
The best is to keep guessing if you love him.
If I could help you, but I can't because I'm not your
Gentleman, I'm just a pass by memory into your head
Now you are into a knot of confusion that you don't
Know how to get off it.
Almost ten months ago, you were so numb and naive to
The things that was right into your life and every time
You were feeling alone, I just to make you happy, just
By talking to you in the phone, but this happen ten months ago
So I guess today I'm gone but I hope you find the company
When you feel alone.
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