That feeling

Here it is, that feeling again,
Have I done something wrong,
Why can i feel all this pain?
Just one little word and I'll be just fine,
'hiya, was busy and didn't have time',
No problem it's cool, and the pain goes away,
Sitting in wait for another day,
I wonder if he knows how I sit here and think,
Waiting for a word, a sentence, a hint,
Does he know how I love him, how I dream of him too,
Wandering aimlessly Around kickin my shoe,
I'll just wait a while he might come back soon,
And I'll be here as always, just sittin like a goon