unanswered voicemails

Maybe i'll make up the time From when you were mine The scars will heal themselves as the days go by I don't mean to sound afraid But i'm lost in every way Starring at my ceiling I just can't shake this feeling Oh Open up your mind and let me in, just let me in Taking up all of my time, oh No, i don't want to go outside Could you pick up the phone, it would be all right Times are always changing I hate the way we're living Looking back at our past Hoping that the memories won't last Oh Taking up all of my time, oh No, i don't want to go outside Could you pick up the phone, it would be all right