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.
