afraid,
of exposing what afraid of.

ashamed
of admitting what ashamed of.

yes thats the way you are.
thats who you made me become.

cant stand another phone call,
with you crying on the other side of the line.
i never know if your his or mine,
and if its him, that is... fine.
i never know if your my lover or his victim.
you cant be both no matter how much you manipulate.
and you do no matter how much you deny your state.
i dont want to hear his name again.

i dont want to hear from you too...

ever again.