It’s not by coincidence that we’re both here, in the same place, feeling the same things.
Realize this soon, because I’m growing tired of reliving old memories.
What more is there to say? We’re running out of time.
Everything will return to you and you’ll be clouded again.
And I’ll be standing in the back, out of view, waiting like I always am.
For things to change, that would be great.
For things to change in my favor, now that would be something.
It’s all there, all there is left to do is ask.
Say something soon, or it’s going to be gone.
Back, where you refuse to look.
Out of view, where you can’t see.
Waiting like I always am.
July 2010