Sitting by the phone won't
make you call me.
why do i feel held down,
now that i'm free?
i feel so ready just,
to move on.
but i really do miss you,
now that you're gone.
writing love letters, i
won't dare send you,
won't make you feel,
the way i do.
why do i still
want you back?
why was love some-
thing you lacked?
sitting and wishing, that
we'd finally be,
loving you, won't make
you love me!
