Waiting.
Its what I do best.
I have waited what seems like a century for you.
Every chance I get I’m telling you how much I love you.
But how long should I have to wait?
For the one I love.
Sitting here.
I feel so lonely.
So empty.
Nothing I do can cheer me up.
Except you.
Waiting.
Just for one message.
One message is all it takes.
For me to smile.
You really don’t get how much it hurts.
Not being able to call you mine.
I want to be able to call you mine.
Sitting here.
Trying to stop the tears.
And if it hurts this much.
It must be love.
I’m trying to get to you.
But nothing seems to work.
I throw around hints for you to ask.
Me to be yours.
But you obviously don’t get it.
Waiting.
Its what I’ll always do for you.
Until the day comes you open your eyes.