I keep hoping you'll text me and tell me how much you want me. I keep hoping you'll text me and tell me how everytime you see me you think "damn, she's beautiful". I'm hoping you'll text me and tell me you're sorry, that everything bad you've ever said about me was an act to make people believe you were over me, and you broke it off because you had too many feelings that you didn't know how to deal with. I keep hoping you'll text me and tell me how whenever you see me you just want to pull me into your arms and lay with me for a while. I keep hoping you'll text me and tell me how you miss me. My eyes, my laugh, everything. I keep hoping you'll text me & give me something to make me believe I have even the slightest bit of a chance.