I'm not afraid to love

Every message that I send gets lost somewhere along the way—no hello,
No goodbye, no reply.
Lighting up my night, just lonely people in the dark,
Waiting for a call tonight.
I tell myself you're busy, I tell myself you're fine,
But every excuse grows weaker with every passing night.
I'm not afraid to love; I'm afraid of waiting too long,
Of holding on to something that's already gone.
It's not forgetting that scares me; it's never knowing the truth.