Empty Voicemail

I hate when I'm all alone
You're always on my telephone
I can never talk to you
I always say I'm done I'm through
And I know, It's up to me
But I fail, I fail to see
I, I'm lost, I'm gone
All me, thinking nothing is wrong
These days, cast spells on us all
What's worse, you won't even call
I hate when external things
Take over my inner me
I can never get a grip
Wish it would be different
And I know, It's my own choice
I just wish, wish you hear your voice
I, I'm lost, I'm gone
All me, thinking nothing is wrong
These days, cast spells on us all
What's worse, you won't even call