13
Jul
07

The Phone call

I sit here waiting by the phone,
pick it up to check the dial tone.

It’s been days now since I heard your voice on the line.
This is how I spend my time.

The endless waiting, the endless crying.
The phone rings, it’s not you…
I feel like dying.

I play the songs that remind me of you,
sometimes I just don’t know what to do.

Sitting here, feeling bad.
Then a tear drop falls, and now i’m sad.

I wonder where you are..
Why do you have to be so far?

When the phone rings,
My hopes are high.
It’s not you..
they fall and die.

There is one thing I want most of all,
that is that one special phone call.

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