No Reply - Mesita

There’s a cold, dead center of my heart, of my heart that hurts when I sit and

wait

For you to give me some support or some golden glitter stars, sense of

validation

If you don’t love me whatever will I do, from the bottom of the bottom of the

bottom drops out

There’s a cold, dead center of my heart, of my heart that hurts when you’re not

around

Did I do wrong?

Why aren’t you messaging me back?

I never did you wrong

Don’t you know I’d never do that

There’s a cold, dead center of my heart, of my heart that is growing when

you’re not online

And the constant click refreshing of a dark screen waiting only helps to grow

the ache inside

But will it even matter when whatever we are doing will be lost in the messes

of time?

There’s a cold, dead center of my heart that will never quite have enough of

you in my life

Did I do wrong?

Why aren’t you messaging me back?

I never did you wrong

Don’t you know I’d never do that

Did I do wrong?

Why aren’t you messaging me back?

I never did you wrong

Don’t you know I’d never do that

I’m so lost

Will I be found again

I am lost

Am I losing the only one I love?

I love

Am I losing the only one I love?

I love

Am I losing the only one I love?

My love, my love

I love

My love, my love

Am I losing the only one I love?

My love, my love

I love

My love, my love

My love, come back