I struggle with the thought of being alone. I sit there constantly stating at the phone. Waiting for your call. Waiting for you to listen as I ball. I want what we use to share. The love that people called the rarest of rare. I want that again. I promise, this time, I won't sin. Give me another chance. Give me one last dance. Please son't make me beg. I'd rather not hug your leg. I'm asking you as friends. Could we possibly make amends?