Verse 1 Why you calling now — what for? You walked out, now you’re back at my door. Saying you “miss me,” saying you “care,” but where was that shit when I needed you there? You broke me down, ripped me apart, left cracks in places deep in my heart. Now you’re crying — yeah, I see the show. But sympathy? Sorry — that well ran low. I feel nothing, I feel nothing. Verse 2 You had your chance, you ruined it twice, every apology’s the same old lie. I know your patterns, I know your game — you break me, then beg, then do it again. Don’t call me “hunny,” don’t call me “sweetheart,” those words come cheap from a dying spark. You want a talk? I want my peace — your voice just makes the ache increase. No more excuses, no more pain. I’m done—do you hear it? Done with the strain. Pre-Chorus You don’t get to miss me now, You don’t get to ask me “how.” Every tear you're crying late is just regret you made too late. Chorus I’m done with your crying, done with the past, done with pretending the hurt won’t last. All I wanna say is just stop — stop calling me, stop acting shocked. Pick up the pieces of your own damn mess, I carried you longer than I should’ve, I guess. You don’t get access to the soul you broke — so back off now — I’m done, I’m woke. Verse 3 Now you’re homeless, now you care — but where was this guilt when I needed you there? Don’t put this weight on my tired chest, your consequences aren’t my stress. I gave you years. I gave you love. You gave me lies, pushed, then shoved. Now suddenly I’m what you “want” again? No, I’m not doing that cycle again. I’m stronger alone, I’m done with the ache, your regret ain’t enough to make me break. Pre-Chorus Don’t twist this into something deep — your promises die while you sleep. I’m not your healing, not your home — you left me there to bleed alone. Chorus I’m done with your crying, done with the past, done with pretending the hurt won’t last. All I wanna say is just stop — stop calling me, stop acting shocked. Pick up the pieces of your own damn mess, I carried you longer than I should’ve, I guess. You don’t get access to the soul you broke — so back off now — I’m done, I’m woke. Bridge You don’t get to say “we need to talk,” you don’t get a second walk. Your tears don’t bring the truth you lack — Stop calling me. I’m not coming back. Outro Just stop… stop calling me now. I’m free — somehow. Your voice still haunts, but I won’t fold. I'm done, I'm gone — your story’s old. Just stop calling me.

Just Stop Calling Me