**(Verse 1)** Phone’s silent, I’m staring at the screen, Minutes drag on — like a raging typhoon. Waited for a call, counted the hours through, Nerves on edge, my soul’s in a stew. **(Chorus)** I don’t like waiting, no, I don’t, In anticipation I burn, I mope, I want. Enough of shaking, enough of counting too, Now I’m the one who calls — I make the move. **(Verse 2)** Used to sit by the window, waiting in vain, Every little sound just brings me pain. «Did he forget?», «Is he busy again?» — Time to stop these thoughts, break the chain. **(Chorus)** I don’t like waiting, no, I don’t, In anticipation I burn, I mope, I want. Enough of shaking, enough of counting too, Now I’m the one who calls — I make the move. **(Outro)** So let him wait now, yeah, let him wait, My number’s in his pocket — my game, my fate. When I want to, I’ll be the one to call, I’m not waiting. This is how I fall… into freedom, that’s all.
