By the phone
Anticipating your call
I'm alone and crying
Waiting for you to break my heart
You prolong my suffering
When will it end?
How can you be so mad?
This is who I am
I collect bottles of emotions
I let them cave me in
How was I supposed to show you how I felt?
Better yet, when?
You were never there for me
I don't think you cared
The best you could do is call once a week
If you think that's a sign of love
Let me slam this door in your face
Show I love you, too
You've made my life miserable
I count the days I waited for you
Waited for you to acknowledge my exsistence
I never asked for much
Just one call a day
But now I find myself waiting for that call again
This one will end it all