Every time I look up,
I look for you.
Every letter I open
Every call I receive.
I hold on to a desperate hope
That you'll have realized you love me
That your regret of letting me go
Will overcome your stubbornness.
But that's assuming you feel some regret...

you never come, and
the letters are never from you,
and you never call.
I continue, alone,
Hoping with an empty hope,
Dreaming an empty dream.
I wake up every day from my stupor
knowing I'm still on my own
that all it will ever be is just pretending.
But I still look for you,
I still wait for you
even if it means I'll be alone.