I stop somewhere waiting for you
waiting for you to explain why you left
waiting to understand
why you treated us the way you did.
I stop somewhere waiting for you
waiting for you to come back
waiting for you to say sorry.
I stop somewhere
thinking to myself
are you coming back?
Are you ever going to say sorry?
Are you ever going to change?
I stop somewhere
but then I realize
what’s the point of waiting?
When you’re never going to come back
it’s already been 14 years
I guess I’m just wasting my time
waiting for you.




