You owe me nothing,
But I never see you typing...
I’ve never told you that I loved you,
Because you never gave me the chance.

Maybe we’re not meant to be.
Maybe we’re too young.
Maybe you’ve forgotten me,
Or maybe you never cared at all.

But I choose to get hurt every time.
It’s my decision to let my eyes cry.
I want to love you...
Like it was ever up to me.
I want to miss you...
Like I could ever be free.

You never type,
Yet I’ll always feel my heart skip when my phone vibrates.
You never call,
But I’ll always wait.