I won’t pretend that you didn’t hurt me
Don’t call me up and tell me that you’re lonely
Regrets, you have a few; do I get lonely, too?

I’m not lonely, I’m angry
We both know that it’s your fault
All our friends are on my side
I won’t feel sorry for you

I’m not concerned, oh no, about the money you owe me
I’ve no desire to see you for old times’ sake
No need to reminisce; I’ll tell you what to kiss

I’m not lonely, I’m angry
We both know that it’s your fault
All our friends are on my side
I won’t feel sorry for you

Where I come from, this don’t happen
I’m ashamed of the fool I’ve been
I don’t know where this got started
But I know that I’ve reached the end