ending the call.

what is love?

love to you is walking out the door, living me behind, living me feeling sore

and for what it is

you keep walking, acking as if it's nothing 

but once I start steping out the door

you come back runing as if you dont know anymore

thats how it goes, but I can go when boys like you keep me on hold

so just end the call, cuz I dont really know, no more if love is ment to be called.

So just hang up the phone and leave me alone.