Sitting by the phone waiting,
'Til as late as midnight I sit and hope,
Atticipating the day you'll turn around and see,
Without you I wouldn't be able to cope,
Everyday I long for you to realise,
It's the little things that you do,
Taking me by the hand in the middle of the street,
Or looking at me when your friends are around, in my eyes, pure and true,
I don't need you to have money,
Or to do physical things to appease me,
I just need to feel you care, even when others are around,
To know there's a future to be,
I'm tired of making plans,
Just to have them nullified,
I'm tired having hopes high and true,
Just to have them pulverized,
It's hard work to have a relationship,
So I have been told,
But it's even harder to have a relationship,
When you're alone,trying to grab hold,
When half of the relationship is wavering,
Springing in and out as they please,
I'm degrading myself asking you to stop,
NO MORE... I'm getting up off my knees!
