he's not here...can i take a message?

My fingers are shaking and I don't know why. I just called you and they said you weren't there. Where are you? Are you with her? You could be anywhere...anywhere on this rock and I wouldn't know. God, is this anyway to live? Why do I care so much? Why is every second of my day spent thinking of you? You are so sincere in the way you speak to me...the way you look at me...the way in which your eyes well up with tears. Yet, you can say something and not follow through. And I'm left with this feeling of emptiness, confusion. Actions speak louder than words. Actions speak louder than words! But what about the eyes? What about the tears?