Waiting...

There was a guy at my school when I was in high school,
I met him when I first came to Camelot,

We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles,
We always seemed to bump into each other,

Never even spoken or faced each other
Always ending up fighting, there never really was a friendly conversation,

But on the last hill we'd race each other
I'm a servant and magician, he is the prince,

When we reached the racks we'd each go our own way
But destiny brought us together.

I wasn't in his classes, I didn't know his name
He is royalty, and I became his friend and loyal servant,

When we finally got to speak he just stared at his feet
Today, we had a conversation without arguing,

And mumbled a sentence that ended with 'James'
He told me to call him Arthur...

I didn't know then what I know now
I still remember the day when he left me for someone else,

I was young and caught in the crowd
Still hoping, I waited and waited,

I was dumb, and I was proud
Time past, and my faith started to fade,

And I'm sorry
But I'll still forgive,

If I could go back do it again
Everyday I wished to go back to the old times,

I'd be someone you could call friend
Years moved on, I'm still hurting,

Please please believe that I'm sorry
But I'll still forgive...

Well he was quite a big guy, kinda shy and quiet
He was blond and proud,

When the kids called him weird he didn't try to deny it
But the kindness in his heart told it's own story,

Every lunchtime he'd spend walking by himself
Always doing things that his father expected from him,

Round the boundary of the grounds til he heard the bell
I was the only person he could talk to when he was in pain.

Well one day I found him, joined him on his walk
One day, I saw him with my friend,

We were silent for a while until we started to talk
There was a certain atmosphere around them, that no-one could destroy,

I told him my family were fighting in court
She told him that her mother left her when she was young,

He said his step-dad and him always fought
He didn't know how to reply, and said 'My mother died when I was born' and smiled sadly...

We talked about music, he was into punk
They talked about love,

Told me all the bands that I liked were junk
She asked if he loved someone,

I said I'd never heard the songs the sex pistols sang
He replied with a yes, and she asked who?

I laughed back at him and then the bell rang
He paused, and then replied ' You...'

I was young and caught in the crowd
The wedding day is today,and I stood in the crowd,

I didn't know then what I know now
Hoping he would notice me,

I was dumb, and I was proud
I should have told him earlier,

And I'm sorry
He looked at me and said 'Sorry'

If I could go back do it again
So I stand here, in the cheering crowd,

I'd be someone you could call friend
If I told him earlier, would this be different?

Please please believe that I'm sorry
So now I'm trying to move on...

It was after school in the afternoon
It was the evening, he was with his wife star-gazing,

The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms
We did the same thing when we first met,

Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement
But, all has changed now...

Threw away his bag and said he had no friends+
I gave away my everything, and got nothing in return...

He yelled that he did and he looked around
This is the day, I told him about my magic,

Tried getting up but they pushed him on down
He didn't like it,

That's when he saw me, called out my name
And told me to leave and to never come back,

And I turned my back, and just walked away
So I packed up my bags, and went far away,

Yeah i turned my back, and just walked away
Didn't get a goodbye from him, I left, never looking back.

I was young and caught in the crowd
Even now, I still remember him,

I didn't know then what i know now
And I wonder what he has been up to,

I was dumb, and i was proud
I know this is stupid, but if he comes back,

And I'm sorry
I'll forgive him,

If I could go back, do it again
So I sit here, wishing, wanting, and hoping,

I'd be someone you could call friend
I'd be someone more than a servant or friend,

Please please, believe that I'm sorry.
So I wait here,

Please please, believe that I'm sorry.
Waiting, waiting...

I knowthis was short, but i hope you liked it though... ^^