I sit here in my room and think,
Will I ever see you again?
Will you come to me as I pray and hope that you do?
Every night I close my eyes hoping,
That in the morning I will wake to the sound of your voice.
Each have their pride, each are stubborn in their own way.
Will you but your pride to the side,
And come to me as I pray that you would?
Every afternoon I stare longingly at the phone.
When will you be the one to ring my phone?
If you do, will state that you are sorry?
Sorry for taking so long?
Will I have to speak the same words as you?
We are both at blame.
And because of each other we will both miss out on happiness.
Is this the way that it is going to have to be?
Will you call me?
Will you come to me?
Will you make me call you?
Will you make me come to you?
Only two people can answer these questions.
