My image haunts me in the
mirror-leaves me thinking.
A constant reminder for me of how I
have changed…
I guess I should just be glad that I'm still
here.
And still I feel that I am sinking.
Breathe another
day to watch another night fall without you in it.
Reflect another
sunrise in my eyes to start a new, but haunted day with time
replenished
It's all the same, each day I sit here waiting for
you to come for me.
But will you walk away, is this just a waiting
game I'm doomed to never finish?
All of your
words I've memorized…
But now I find I'm thinking…
How
many of them were just lies?
Is this why I feel that I am sinking?
It's all the
same, each day I sit here waiting through another day without you in
it.
Waiting for you to comfort me!
But will you come back…or
am I still doomed
to play this waiting game we'll never finish?