Sitting here alone,
Wanting to cry,
Here I am, waiting for a sign.
A sign that you love me,
or even care at all,
as I sit here,
staring a hole through the wall.
In a sense i know that you love me,
and forever it'll be true,
I'm just trying to figure out
why the hell I'm so blue.
So if you can think of an answer,
please tell me why,
cause i hate to sit and think
that I'm living one big lie.