Waiting.
Another hour passes by, and you still are nowhere to be seen.
Hoping.
Looking out my window, pretending this is a dream.
Crying.
You still haven't arrived, and the days are passing by.
Pretending.
I'll bring a smile everywhere, even when I want to cry.
Realizing.
The hospital called, said you were just brought in.
Falling.
I hang up the phone, and the room begins to spin.
Questioning.
Why are you in there, and what happened to you?
Wanting.
Please don't die, because I just might too.
Dying.
They called again today, said they're sorry and that you're gone.
Needing.
You have to be here with me, you taught me the meaning of fun.
Breaking.
I guess we can only be together if I leave this place too.
Ending.
This knife to my heart, and it's only me and you.
