she calls me when she's lonely
and whenever her girl is gone
there are times when's she confused
and nothing can be done
i always pick the phone up
i always lend an ear
so i know all of her doubts,
her frailties, and her fears
but when i hear her voice
i feel my resolution break
does she know that all my smiles
and my laughs are always fake?
she doesn't know that i can't bear
to still stand by her side
but when she calls, i suck it back
and listen to her cries
she calls me when she's lonely
when she needs someone to care
i know it's not in my best interest
but for her, i'm always there
because the love was real
a past together set in stone
and even though it hurts me
i keep her number in my phone
but she doesn't call too often
only when she thinks of me
maybe in her heart i'm fading
becoming a distant memory
but if she ever calls me
because she stumbled into hell
i'll still pick up the phone
and go save her without fail
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