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 will always cry, guys will never admit they didHold on, hold on, hold onDon't tell me it's over, I'm not used to this temptation

And when you came running back, there is no use for explanation

I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge

Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honestWhat's with the jokes, all the routines they play

Screw with my head, never cave til they get their way

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

Guys hate to fight, girls think its therapyHold on, hold on, hold onDon't tell me it's over, I'm not used to this temptation

And when you came running back, there is no use for explanation

I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge

Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honestHold on, hold on, hold onDon't tell me it's over, I'm not used to this temptation

And when you came running back, there is no use for explanation

I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge

Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honestDon't tell me it's over, I'm not used to this temptation

And when you came running back, there is no use for explanation

I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge

Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honestDon't tell me it's over, I'm not used to this temptation