Saturday, November 05, 2005

sick of you

I’m sick of waiting for the phone call
The one I know will never come
I’m sick of waiting for you to fall
In love with who I have become

Sitting on the bed and staring at the phone
Biting my nails, afraid to be alone

You need to decide if it’s her or me
That you’re gunna be with this time
I’m not gunna wait to see
If the heart you pick is mine

So here I sit, day after day on my own
These are the worst nights I have ever known

I tried to change myself for you
I wanted to be the answer to your dreams
I tried to be who you wanted me to
I know now you can’t hear my screams
You don’t pay attention to how I feel
And you don’t understand that what I’m feeling is real

I’m sick of being someone I’m not
Sick of being your second choice
You’ll be too late; I gave you your shot
You shouldn’t have waited to raise your voice

So here I sit, day after day on my own
These are the worst nights I have ever known

You don’t realize what I did for you
You don’t get how much I cared
You don’t get that what I’m saying is true
It gave me chills the way you stared

Sitting on the bed and staring at the phone
Biting my nails, afraid to be alone

I tried to change myself for you
I wanted to be the answer to your dreams
I tried to be who you wanted me to
I know now you can’t hear my screams
You don’t pay attention to how I feel
And you don’t understand that what I’m feeling is real

Sitting on the bed and staring at the phone
Biting my nails, afraid to be alone
So here I sit, day after day on my own
These are the worst nights I have ever known

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