I stood there still I do,
Always wating for you,
Maybe one day you walk in through the door,
Instead I remain here,
Like a child broken,
I can't sit here and blame myself,
I can't sit here and hate you,
The wind has shiffted the other way,
The clocks have moved past this,
But why is it the I still find myself there,
You know In front of your door,
I would knock as A child,
To ask if you where ok,
you never responded me never,
I would here your sobs late at night,
Laying in front of your door,
I fealt the pain you fealt,
I hated seeing you this way,
Tore me apart,
You could have answered,
You open the door I saw you,
You just pushed me aside,
Did not even look my way,
I stood there wating at your door,
Still I do,
Wondering what would have happened,
If only I opened your door,
Still I sit,
As your door remains closed,
Circled with hate,
your door Is now mine. |
