The night is still young

Waking up in the middle of the night when my mobile is playing that familiar sound. I know It's be you, again. That's something I have been afraid of since you stepped out of my life. You just keep doing that everytime I have forgotten you. You open the scars, which are still bleeding, and I know I'll be driving that same rollercoaster again, without having a chance to jump off. I wonder how you would feel tonight I won't be there because you're always making me cry.

My phone keeps ringing. My heart hurts. I want to answer, but my arms are too heavy to lift up. Tears are flowing down on my cheeks, I'm biting my tooth together and trying to hold it inside. 

Then, suddenly I pick it up and ask what is it you want from me. I'm telling you there's no us anymore and that you should stop calling me 'cause there's nobody who can keep living like this. You are drunk, as always, and I know if I'm giving up now, it'll cost me a broken heart again.

I'm putting the phone down. Reliefed, but sad anyway. The rest of the night I can't sleep because all the old memories are running throw my head. I'm standing up, walking to the window looking above this city. It's so dark outside that I can't see much. The phone hasn't ringed since I finished that call. I feel a huge chunk in my throat, wanna cry again. This time it maybe really was the last time you called, and I actually kind of liked it anyway...

I'm picking up my phone, dialing the familiar number and texting: Give me half an hour...