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'Allo? Est-ce que c'est vous, amour?
C'est moi
Ca va, mon cher?
Comme ce, comme ca.
Voulez-vous sortir ce soir ?
Non.
Pourquoi?
Occupe
Oh... J'adore tu. Salut.
Salut.
Your voice no longer greets me with
With that happy go-lucky pip.
You no longer say I love you
Over and over.
What did I do
To make this go wrong?
Did I say I loved you
Too many times?
How did this go sour?
Was it my fault
For talking too much?
The dial tone confirms
My deepest fears
The fact we are over
Without a final I love you.
Sitting inside this glass box
The black and cold receiver in my hand
As the dial tone echoes
Throughout my hallow mind.
What did I do
To make this go wrong?
Was it my fault
For calling too much?
What did I do
To make this go sour?
Did I ask you out
One too many times?
I let the phone clatter into the holder
Ending that loud, emotionless sound
Staring outside through the foggy glass
Into a different world, in a different time.
All my dreams and hopes
That rode on this very phone
Are now gone as I cut the line
So that no one else must hear that dreaded sound.
They say the heart grows fonder
With distance and time
But that saying was null and void
When it came to me and you.
However, it was all my fault
I never went to see you
Or to see how I had torn you apart
Through this distance.
I never checked on you
To see how I had affected
Every part of your life
Making it center around your room.
What did I do
To make this end?
Oh yea, I failed to see your side
To see what it was like in your shoes.
What did I do
To make this go cold?
Oh yea, I didn't go to see you
And keep you warm through the night.
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