Changes

by Nick Reynolds   Jan 31, 2006


I stand hear now
and i don't get why
I ask myself how
our friendship has died

I wait for you in the morning
I wait for you in the night
I wait for you in the evening
I could be waiting my whole life

It started off little by little
and grew worse each day
It's like an unsolved riddle
that's eating me away

I'm confused in what I've done
and I'm growing short on patience
Can't you tell I'm not having fun
what is up with all these changes!

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