Waiting here by the door.

Just hoping for something more.

Friends? Family? Love? Something...

Something that I cannot bring.


Watching and waiting for it to show,

the things that I will never know.

Waiting for the door to open up.

Waiting in silence until I blow up.


I'm waiting for something that'll never come.

It hurts knowing. Hurts till' I'm numb.

Maybe it'll show up one fateful day.

Hopefully. I will always pray.


So I'll wait by this door until I'm,

old and gray and out out time.