i sit here waiting,
slowly dying from a broken heart
i sent my signs,
you shut the door.

my reasons for living,
ever withering,
like the hope i once held,
that we could be togather.

with each passing moment,
i become more disillusioned to the truth,
waking from my dreams,
only to realize,
i've nothing left.

my worst nightmares,
evolving into an even more horiffing reality.
the only bit of hope i hold on to,
that by shearing these asperations,
you could see the man inside.