Ybmfh

You won't call me on the phone, again
You need your time alone, again
The truth hurts, but look who's crying now
I don't want to think about it too hard
I look at stars lying in the graveyard
The truth is, you broke my fucking heart
And as of yet these cigarettes have not helped me to forget
The way you used to hold me
And how you always told me
"I love you"