Music of my life

Another breath I breathe
And smile I fake to cheer myself up
It’s weekend again and…
Just wonder where you are this time

It could have been me who pick you up
Take you to movies and have a bite of meal
Then we’ll have laughs and lots of chat
And doing nothing afterwards

Could all my feelings be just wrong
And you were nothing all along now
But then just how you could explain
About all the dreams I had

Talk to me, lie to me
Anything you say will do
Just pick up the phone
And let me hear you
I wanna think you want me too

I wanna hear you talk
I wanna hear you breathe
I wanna hear you whine
I wanna hear you, feel you,
I wanna talk to you

I wanna hear you laugh
I wanna hear you cry
Just pick up the damn phone
Cause I know you’re there

I pick up my phone, dial your number
Hoping you would answer my call
Wondering where you are, wondering what you do
Wondering when is the best time to call you
Cause you said you’re busy, and I’m so sure
That you don’t have time for someone like me
But I don’t know, why in the world
Am I still trying to call you

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