unless i talk to you
but yet i wait with hope
and wait
and wait
and wait
but yet you never do
i look every single time i'm there
but most of the time you're not
but yet i still wait on
and look every now and then
hoping that you'll be there
even though i know it'll be for naught
so why the hell am i still waiting for?
sheesh. sometimes i just dont understand myself. correction, make that most of the time.
