It seems day after I day I fall again,
I tear out my heart for more than a friend.
And I'm left askin myself will there be an end?
Maybe someday, but I won't hold my breath.

I misread signals like they're morse code,
I make false assumptions that bring it home.
It rips and pulls and I end up alone,
Sittin and waitin to answer the phone.

No one calls but still I wait,
Being alone may be my fate.
I've dug my grave and marked the date,
Decomposing in my same old way.

I look for love and no ones there,
I ask for help and no one cares.
Why do I feel so bare?
So far away but I feel so near...