When Will It Come Again?
The love that we had was so strong,
Where did it go wrong?
The way you held me is and how I want it to be.
When I sit here and wait for you to call,
And it doesn't ring; I feel empty, worthless, and ready to die.
When I talk, I wish you were here, holding me like it was
meant to be.
Can't you see?
When will is come again?
Love; that is,
obviously something you don't want from me,
Or is it?