All Alone

hoping that the phone will ring, and knowing it never will. coming to terms with that it stings, i knew it then, i know it still.

sitting here at home alone, all i think of is you. i stare directly at the phone, i've nothing else to do.

wishing you were here with me, is all that's left to do. obviously that cant quite be, it's all i know is true.

all i have for company's, the lingering thought of you. will i ask you or go it solely? i really have to choose.

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