O Bobo Te Esqueceu

The phone whispers thinking of me
Calling regretful just to hear me
Saying it's been a month since you haven't been eating right and can't sleep
Desperation hit, now you're running after
The tables are turning, now I want to see
If you want to know, not even I imagined being able to live without you

I'm turning the pain well, the pain has passed
I'm even going out now
And that fool of yours, no more, stayed behind
And slowly is disappearing

And if you want you can cry, cry, cry, cry
To me you're dead, dead, dead, dead
What a shame, I just regret, I'm healed inside
The fool forgot you