Waiting on Your Call
I sit here alone.
Holding my phone.
Waiting on your call.
Some times I get it and others I don’t.
We used to be so close, nothing could tear us apart.
Now I am not so sure I feel that way.
Do I even know you, do you even know me?
Or are you just going by what you see?
Who I pretend to be?
Holding my phone.
Waiting on your call.
Some times I get it and others I don’t.
We used to be so close, nothing could tear us apart.
Now I am not so sure I feel that way.
Do I even know you, do you even know me?
Or are you just going by what you see?
Who I pretend to be?