I sit here for nothing.
As i wait, I begin to hear
words of no meaning of love.
Still I sit hiding it all.
Hope keeps me here nevermore,
chill creeps upon my nerves.
Now its becoming clear
those words, heart filled, meaning
belong to only I.
"Not I" say to me "Not I"
"Die to these word could I"
Lie to my self, make no sense.
Still I sit here and wait.
Soon you will be with I.
