"I am on my way" you text me.
I sit here, awaiting for you to come home.
I want to cuddle, I want to talk.
I want to laugh with you, and joke around.

Then, the hours pass and I am still alone.
I ask you again, "where are you?"
this time there is no answer.
I am still alone.

It's not that I'm interested in who is calling you,
but when your phone rings, and you cover it.
So I don't see the call display,
I am gonna think.
I have been here before.

When is the last time you rushed home to me?
When you thought we were gonna be separated,
did you make extra time for me?
I am not stupid, but I am insecure,
and for good reasons.

How do you think you would feel?

Time, after time being told, "I am minutes away"
and then you wake up hours later, alone.
You fall asleep alone,
You wake up alone.
Wanting someone to want to make time for you.

They just tell you, that you are silly.
For thinking and feeling what you feel.
Your pain that is in your heart, just gets blown off.

I realize I am not fun anymore,
I realize I have anything you want to listen to.
I realize that I am not as hot as I used to be,
you dont want to have me on your arm.
I realize I am not what I used to be at all.

I cry all the time, and I sit alone.
I sit here, with all my insecurities.
No one who makes me a priority or who just wants me around.
I get worse, and worse and worse.

Every night I just wish that you would treat me like you used to.
Cause then maybe,
I could become a little of who I used to be.

Instead, I am here hidden.
Waiting endless, lonely, painful hours for you.