I#39;m free!

Written by Cherry
The tear on my cheak is salty and sad
The phone in my hand is shaking
Its this final few minutes
When I say goodbye

These final few minutes
Where I take control
I'm no longer your slave
I'm no longer your toy

You don't reply
And I get on the train
Looking out the window
I feel my pain

Not that I'm single
Not that were done
Just because I know
I was never your number 1.