What am I doing here
Waiting for you
When you are there
At the other end
Watching movies
Sharing moments
With someone else
You do not care
I could feel that you don't
But what am I doing here
Just wishing you would call
When I know
It's damn too good to be true
That you do not care at all
Waiting for you until midnight
And when I tried to call
You told me you are damn tired
And wanted your sleep
So what am I am doing here?
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