Waiting..

The air brushes my face,
as i sit and stare,
outside your place.

come out and get me,
i am cold,
can't you see?

i always find myself waiting,
waiting for you,
desperate-is the image im creating

i thought you were the one,
i guess i was wrong,
at the sight of a problem-you run

i can't believe i wasted my time,
on a person like you,
when you are such slime

how i felt didnt matter,
not to you,
you sit aside and watch me shatter

if i hurt myself,
with that lovely blade,
you just left your care up on that shelf.

now i sit here,
outside your window
and shed my every tear

you know i am there,
my presence,
you are very aware.

i ask you again,
come and get me,
or am i just another sin