You don t call 20. 11. 11

Анна Косогова
You don’t call, I’m cut of air to breathe
You don’t call, the days seem all the same
I need you to give me something to believe
You don’t call, I slowly go insane
I don’t know how I can be so sure
But I feel we didn’t meet by chance
We were meant to stay together, dear
When I’m with you things are getting sense
I am waiting for my phone to ring
Just to know that you remember us
You don’t call and I’m afraid to think
That you might have left me in the past.