By Jessica Goodman
Here I am
Counting away more minutes
Realizing all of which,
Have been spent without you
I sit here with the phone to my ear,
With nothing more than a ringing to comfort me
Can I ask you why I�m this way?
Why I�m here with this phone,
And this empty heart and wondering mind?
I sit here knowing me,
Knowing all my fears and dreams,
Realizing all of which,
You don�t know,
Nor do I know yours
I�ll probably sit here a while longer,
Trying to see, trying to expect less
Because I usually get nothing more
Can I ask you why you don�t see me?
Why I�m here thinking, instead of knowing you?
I sit here memorizing this melody,
Relating to its every second
Realizing, I don�t know how to relate to you
So can I ask you�
Can I have something in return?