I know who you are…
What goes through your mind when you call? Then hang up?
What do you think about? What have you thought about?
It appears again each day… and I know who you are.
I know what goes through my mind, but why hang up?
What I think about runs deeper, than you knew…
Courage to say the least? A simple hello?
Is it that bad?
You think you know me, but you don’t.
Seeing what you wanted and still do… perhaps?
It appears on my phone, blocked digits…
Yet I know who you are…