TELEPHONE by MOCCA

It is cold, in this October rain 
I go to turn on TV 
Sit on the couch feeling blue

Wait till the phone starts too ring 
I start to think you forgot 
Just as you always do 
I don't want to hear your excuse blah..blah.blah 
'Cause it all makes my day turn to gray 

Feeling bored, it starts to haunt me again 
I start to discover some clues 

Wondering what you have done 
Everything went really bad 
I started feel very mad 
Just as I always do 
I don't want to hear your excuse blah..blah..blah 
'Cause it all makes my day turn to gray 

The time passes me by 
As I listen to lullaby 
When the phone start to ring 
I am drowning in my dream