Day after day I wait for your call,
And every day, it's the same old story.
It seemed to have started so small, in fact,
I don't remember it at all.
it doesn't change the truth,
That I don't know what hurts more these days.
Is it that time and time again,
You're too busy, or you forget?
Or is it the fact that it crushes me each time I realize
I'm not surprised at all?
Every time, I tell myself to hope,
Hope that today will be the day you remember to girl
Waiting on the other side of the line,
And dial her number.
Dial MY number.
But, to be honest, I don't even believe my own lies
Why should I, when I know
The phone is never going to ring?
~The girl on the other side of the line