You don’t call, I’m cut of air to breathe
You don’t call, the days seem all the same
I need you to give me something to believe
You don’t call, I slowly go insane
I don’t know how I can be so sure
But I feel we didn’t meet by chance
We were meant to stay together, dear
When I’m with you things are getting sense
I am waiting for my phone to ring
Just to know that you remember us
You don’t call and I’m afraid to think
That you might have left me in the past.
You don t call 20. 11. 11
© Copyright: Анна Косогова, 2011
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