STARING AT THE BLANK TELEVISION SCREEN   CAUSE IT ALWAYS LOOKS SO BLANK NOW   MAKING MY WAY TO THE PHONE   TO CALL YOU UP IT SEEMS SO FAKE NOW   AND MAYBE I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU EVER REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT ME   AND IF I SEE YOU I'M SURE THAT WE WON'T TALK BECAUSE YOU HATE ME      I TRY TO THINK BACK AND MAKE YOU   DO I EVEN ALL BECAUSE YOU HATE ME      YOU WANTED MORE CHANGE   YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS CHANGED      ALL I KNOW IS YOU STILL MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME   I COULDN'T COUNT THE WAYS THAT I'VE SAID THAT IN MY HEAD   SO PLEASE CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND I FEEL SO BAD      STARING AT A BLANK TELEVISION SCREEN