I met you at the coffee shop, your smile lit up the room.
We talked for hours, shared our stories, I felt that spark, it’s true.
Gave my number without a thought, hoping you'd call me soon.
Now I’m here, staring at my walls, in the quiet of my room.

Why is this phone not ringing?
I thought I felt something real.
The silence is so stinging.
I’m asking, “What’s the deal?”

Checked the line, it’s working fine, I called my friends to see.
They answered right away, so it’s not the phone, it’s me.
I’m sure you liked me, felt it too, or was it just a dream?
This waiting game is torture, it makes me wanna scream.

Why is this phone not ringing?
I thought I felt something real.
The silence is so stinging.
I’m asking, “What’s the deal?”

Time seems to freeze as I sit and wait.
Was it all in my head, was it fate?
Maybe you’re just being cool,
But I felt a connection, now I feel like a fool.
Why is this phone not ringing?
I thought I felt something real.
The silence is so stinging.
I’m asking, “What’s the deal?”

I’m losing my sanity in this quiet, my mind's on the brink.
But deep down, I know you felt it, that undeniable link.
So I’ll keep waiting for your call, hoping you feel it too.
Because I'm sure there’s something real between me and you.