Why is it that she's the one who's up all night waiting
waiting for you to come home with your vogue words with your whisked head with your shameless deeds
why is she waiting in the dark a very cold bruising night for long and tortures hours each hour full of worrying thoughts thoughts that cut dipper than a two edged sword
Why is she waiting eagerly to be hurt to be stabbed to be disappointed to be depressed to be degraded to be dejected again why cry him a river