To hear that you don’t care
Is like hearing I hate you
To know that you don’t care
Is like knowing you don’t love
You don’t know, I know this secret
But I do
And it hurts to know what you really think
When we use to talk… the nights were wonderful
To say goodbye was the worst word in the world
Now it seems to be the only word you know
You might want to make me feel alone
But I will be waiting by the phone
For your call
For a call from a dear friend
I will not give up
Not even at the bitter end