I find myself here again, waiting patiently for you to arrive.
Lips going numb from waiting so long outside in the cold for you.
As my head starts to hurt from all the pressure of holding back the tears,
I begin to realize that you will never really come.
For this is a habit of yours, making promises and then never following through.
Yet I wait, my body aching from trying to stop myself from shaking.
Each quiver going down my spine makes me realize that this was a mistake.
Still I don't leave this place, not wanting to believe that you abandoned me.
The wind hits across my face, telling me to give up on you.
And I weigh weather or not it's worth hearing your excuses over again.
Still I find the urge to keep a stand here, letting the cold reach to my heart.
Fully knowing that you won't show to meet me tonight.
What hurts the most isn't the fact that I am once again alone,
But having everyone looking down on me for it.
Their eyes piercing in my back, burning through me
For I can see that they know I will still always wait for you.
Then I feel someone stepping behind me, calling to me.
Yet it's not you, only someone giving me false hope.
Still I turn to finally step into the warmth from the cold.
I will no longer stand to wait for you... -
