It's 3 AM, again.
I'm staring at my phone.
I'm hoping that you'll text me, sitting all alone.
My hands are shaking badly
Waiting for your reply
we haven't talked in a while, not for a few days
Then you decided you didn't want to stay
Well, It doesn't matter now
you're gone anyway
I'm always hurt in some cruel kind of way.
but I'm still hoping
and I'll still wait
until you come back, some day.

It's 3 AM, Again.
I'm staring at my phone.
I'm crying, I'm hurting and I'm wishing you were home.