Sunday, 26 June 2005; 20:50

++ my love is on the line.


A little late for all the things you didn't say;
I'm not sad for you.
But I'm sad for all the time I had to waste
'Cause I learned the truth.
Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be;
I knew there'd come a day
I'd set you free.
'Cause I'm sick and tired,
Of always being sick and tired.

Your love isn't fair,
You live in a world where you didn't listen,
And you didn't care,
So I'm floating,
Floating on air.

No warning of such a sad song,
Of broken hearts.
My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy
Were torn apart;
I lost my peace of mind.
Somewhere along the way,
I knew there's come a time,
You'd hear me say

I'm sick and tired,
of always being sick and tired.

My love is on the line.