Im waiting for your reply
or for me to die
Im waiting on your arms around me or my heart to break your voice in my ear or something to distract from this lonely echo in an empty house..and empty person you havent forgotten like you say you have..or maybe you have and you dont want to see me every again but dont tell me that let me forever you believe you will come back..that im waiting for a reason and im here and someday you will be to...that my life is something more than just what you say it is that im more than what i thought i could be...that waiting isnt all that bad when you have something to wait for...am i making sense? im confusing myself all i know is waiting gets to your head and not knowing can drive you insane....im still here waiting waiting...waiting