That Call

by Lexy   Jan 28, 2006


She waits up at night waiting for that call
She wakes up waiting for that call
She sits at home waiting for that call
She watches the clock waiting for that call

She counts the seconds
She counts the Minutes
She counts the hours
She has yet to see that call

She thinks about going out
She thinks about calling
She thinks about hitting
She just thinks about seeing that call

She wants to see him
She wants to be with him
She wants to talk
She just wants to see that call

She's at home writing
She's at home holding back tears
She's at home wishing
She's wishing to see that call

She's mad that he's not there
She just doesn't seem to fit
She just doesn't fit in his schedule
She thinks, "Maybe I don't want to see that call!"

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