Maybe i wasn`t asking you to love me. Maybe i was aking you to understand. Because for so long i`ve been hurt. And for so long you`ve ignored it. And maybe it is a bad timing, but maybe i don`t care. I`ve been here all along waiting, waiting for you to notice. Waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you`ve been waiting too. And you haven`t and maybe you never will or maybe you`re afraid to. But it still hurts just the same. And in the end, i`m the one that`s left broken. And when i lay down to sleep, i`m still the one crying. So screw the bad timing. I love you then like i love you now, like i probably always will...
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