Patiently waiting
Maybe someone will come
Maybe someone will notice
Take advantage of this emptiness
Hidden by shadows
In the dead of night
Slightly swaying as the wind blows
Going back and forth
Never changing
Never knowing anything different
Chained down here
Forever stuck in this pattern
Of being used and forgotten
As soon as someone comes
Do everything to satisfy
Hoping they'll stay
Pray they won't disappear like the rest
As years pass
Continue to be used and abused
By those you once dared to call friends
Until you can't take anymore
The day will come when you break down
And no one will be there to fix you
They'll all just throw you away
What use is a broken swing anyway?
