Sitting here waiting by the phone.
Trying to find ways to make you come home.
Not trying to beg you to stay.
I just want to see if our love is okay.
Without looking like the fool, I am for you.
When I wish you was not here, I did not know if I would ever want you to stay.
Now it is all that want to beg of you.
I guess my pride is no longer a problem for me.
I need to find something else the blame.