wait .

Why am I still here waiting?
Day after day waiting,
Waiting and debating,
For something that will never be.


Why do I still love,
Love the one that doesn't love?
Love is so brittle. But its place above,
Above all of something that will never be.


Why do I still miss you?
Sitting here waiting for a call from you.
You make cry, you make me blue.
Why do I cry over something that will never be?


Why do I still hate?
The way I fell is full of hate,
hate on top with love, can't concentrate.
Why do I still love something that will never be again?


Why am I awake?
Sitting here at early morn awake?
Awake and waiting for a call so silence will break.
Why do I not get sleep over something that will never be?


Why do I hope?
Dreaming and waiting with hope,
that one day we may be together still.
Why do I hope for some thing that will never be?

Why do I wait?
Wait for what is gone,
gone and missing from me,
Waiting for what I wish will be mine again someday.