Its pretty sad
Telling her the pain she felt, sharing tears and showing hurt,
All the while behind her back, a trip was planned a date was set
Not a word or letter sent, no news heard, and nothing said
Then a call, a favour please, I lost my pictures of timor east,
Send the doubles here to me , thanks goodbye, not even please.
Now She hears he 's coming home, hes rang twice while no one home,
Don't know who he expects to find, the girl he left has moved with time
She grew tired of all the pain, secrets, lies and faking friends