IRC-Galleria

'Cause you will find you're all alone
You call me on the telephone
Who'd have thought that you'd regret
All those evil thing you said
And now as friends we say goodbye
I think there's something in my eye

Replaceable
It's cynical
Call me useless, just you wait
Put me down and call it fate
Broken bridges, wasting me
So just stand beside your man
The boy ain't wrong
Act like I never turned you on
All I do is cry