Waiting All Night , by SMILING DARKNESS Subscribe to rss feed for SMILING DARKNESS

I'm lying here wishing that you'd call.
It's 12 in the morning and here I am,
Still looking at the wall.
The next day is the same,
And the next and the next.
But I seem to not realizle...
You'll never ever call.
Why is it that even though the phone won't ring,
I just sit and stare,
Thinking it's not fair. 
I've got better things to do than sit here and wait.
If you're going to call,
Make it a promise you can keep. 
I guess you're just not the one for me. 
Posted: 2007-12-22 21:02:26 UTC

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