here i am laying in bed looking like a bum
waiting for that text that never will come
its been 8 months later and what am i doing?
its been you and you only that i've been pursing
remember all the times we had
all the fun, smiles, and laughs
now if only i could apologize for how i was
i sign in blood and tears this clause
i hereby state that sir i do love i do feel
my heart isn't made of pure steel
but i need you to open up and see my hurt
my burning love, i do need to reassert
but now my emotions succumb
and i guess it was our time to come
the fighting and nonsense ceased when i said
"im gonna take the lead, you meant a lot to me
but i feel the distance and i think its time to leave"
as you walked away i felt your hand secede
but little do you know that 8 months later
i sit here and type: stating
i look at my phone: waiting

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