I did my best
And you arrested me in doubt.
When you call my name…
Don’t put the blame on me.
You did admit
That we should quit
Whatever this was…
And what’s done is dead!
WHY do you take time to bother me?
WHY can’t your mind just rest in peace?
WHY are your trying to be so sweet?
My bitterness increases.
When you call my name.
Don’t think of me a beast.
Don’t think the dial tone that you hear…
Is tinged with deep hidden affection,
That has long decreased.
There is no goodness left done I can do for you!
Especially when doing my best,
To have you say I am good for nothing!
I should accept these rejections and dance?
When you call my name…
Don’t put the blame on me.
You did admit
That we should quit
Whatever this was…
And what’s done is dead!
My roaring days are gone!
Is that what you expected?

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