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Broken glass on the floor

over there by the front door.

There's a light on inside but nobody's home.

In the night, in the dark.

Just a mile down from the park,

there's another body feeling so empty and so all alone.

They say, "when are you going to wake up?"

but I don't know the answer to that.

They say, "when are you going to grow up?"

but I just don't want to do that.



Cryin' on the phone forever.

Is this the end?

I don't know how we really could ever

make it again.

I didn't want to leave you ever.

But it's all over now.

I always thought that we would make it through somehow.



Nothing's there, in my mind.

Can't think of one simple line.

It has something to do with you being away from me.

come together, come apart.

Then another one will start.

Here comes someone saying, "oh lord how can it be?"

They say, "when are you gonna come home?"

but I don't want to answer that.

They say, "when are you going to be like me?"

god help me if I ever do that.



Cryin' on the phone forever.

Is this the end?

I don't know how we really could ever

make it again.

I didn't want to leave you ever.

But it's all over now.

I always thought that we would make it through somehow.

Cryin' on the phone forever.

Is this the end?

No one really cares if we ever make it again.

I guess I really wasn't so clever.

'Cause it's all over now.

Maybe I'll make it through the night tonight anyhow.