Don’t get sick of me, just stay here.
Don’t scream the truth, just whisper in my ear.
Conversations end, and voices seem to stop.
I replied 18 hours ago, and sent another message at 6 o’clock.
But still I don’t get an answer from you, and I begin to think what I could’ve possibly done wrong.
I don’t want to bother you and keep saying things, but it feels like it’s been so long.
I cease to get answers from anyone else, and the truth I have yet to find.
I beg you to speak to me again, please don’t leave me behind.
I plead and plead, I’m on my knees.
I couldn’t imagine if you forgot about me.
I don’t want a one word answer, if that’s the case then don’t bother.
I want to read a paragraph, a response I’d never get from any other.
I’ll wait a few more hours, and see if my circumstance will change.
Maybe you just haven’t answered because you’re out of range.
Promise not to leave me speechless, I can’t stand the sound of being alone.
Thoughts take over to erase the silence, and I pray that you’d just come back home.
Talk to me again, I want to hear your voice.
I can’t stop thinking of the way we left off, it’s like I don’t have a choice.
But if I had to make a choice I’d choose you; that’s always the way it will be.
Just ignore the ignorant things I say, and please reply to me.