Its the middle of the night and I call your phone
And all I hear is the ringing tone
So I guess your not home
Your right I don't have a dime
Or a single thing to call mine
But I'm just trying to make you understand
That I wanna be your man
I don't have much to give
But our love will provide for us to live
Its the middle of the night and I call your phone
And all I hear is the ringing tone
So I guess your not home
Why don't you just pick up the phone
I hate being in the friend zone
I wanna let you know how I feel
that this time its real
Just put your hand in mine
and let our hearts aline
rest your head on my chest like every other time
Its the middle of the night and I call your phone
And all I hear is the ringing tone
So I guess your not home
Its the middle of the night and I call your phone
And all I hear is the ringing tone
With a hello followed by your moan
An other man has taken my thrown
I guess you were home
but you were never alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem