• I sit here still waiting for you,
    Hoping you will knock at my door.
    Now its half past two,
    And im passed out on the floor.
    Its another lonely night,
    Not knowing when I will see you again.
    But the truth is just now in my sight,
    Now I know your my sin.
    Days go by,
    And I say nuthing.
    Even when you cry,
    Slowly im still dieing.
    Though I dont tell you,
    It still happens.
    Your just not the few,
    The love is like empty cans.
    Hollow and not enjoyable,
    Thrashed and easily crushed.
    But to leave it Im not able,
    So go on I must....