A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
to faithful to leave to frighten to move,
he sits there waiting for you.
he cant understand why you left him there
he thought you was going to play.
he though you and him was supposed to be best friends?
his legs have grown weak and he is parched from thirst.
so he lays he head down and sighs and closes his eyes.
i wish you could see how a waiting dog dies
