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Texty: blink-182. Don't Tell Me It's Over.

I hear the phone, it rings so violently

can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me

I will admit, I hate those things I said

girls always cry, guys will never admit they did



Hold on, hold on

hold on, hold on



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

and when you come back running

there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful

even with my expert knowledge

most girls do mean trouble

because they are rarely honest



What's with the jokes, all the routines they play

screw with my head, never give in till they get their way

guys like to run, chicks like to yell, you see

guys hate to fight, girls think it's therapy



Hold on, hold on

hold on, hold on



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

and when you come back running

there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful

even with my expert knowledge

most girls get in trouble

because they are rarely honest



Hold on, hold on

hold on, hold on



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

and when you come back running

there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful

even with my expert knowledge

most girls get in trouble

because they are rarely honest



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

and when you come back running

there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful

even with my expert knowledge

most girls get in trouble

because they are rarely honest



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation