
I sit in a quiet room,
I cry tears of a lonely girl,
waiting for solace from the night.
I wait in a pool of insecurity,
afraid he will not call.
I stare blankly at an empty screen,
waiting for words to flow easily.
I dream of being close to him,
then he pulls away
and I'm left crying.
I lay in my bed,
dreaming of his voice
of hearing him say my name.
I feel my heart race as the phone rings,
I know it is not him.
I think, and wish, and wonder
unsure of where I'm going.
The only sure thing in my life is that I love him.
Still I sit in a quiet room,
I cry tears of a lonely girl,
waiting for solace from the night.
And I hope and pray that as the day end,
somehow everything will once again be all right.