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I hate it when the phone rings

and it isn't you

I hate it when the phone rings

even when it's my friends

with things to do

I make up excuses to tell them why,

I'm busy or I've got something else to do

and there is really no one I can tell

how badly I miss you

so I tell lies and compromise

and another day is thru

I lie in bed you're in my head

and i wonder what life would be with you

I hate it when the phone rings

even when it's you

you sound so close

but you're like a ghost

you're a thousand miles from here

and I can't whisper thru your hair

or smell your sweet perfume

or see the way the place

lights up when you walk into a room

and I can't feel your skin

or feel you tremble in my arms

and I can't taste your lips

or be brought to my knees

by all your hidden charms

I love you and I miss you

there the only words I know to say

I can still feel the hurt

of the day you went away

I wanted to be mad at you

I wanted to know why

and when we finally said good bye

all I could do was cry

next time you come to visit

I won't try to get a kiss

or talk about the things I miss

I won't try to hold you

and I won't reminisce

and I won't call your name

if my loves all in vain

but just remember this my friend

I'll love you just the same