In endless days of melancholy's sway, I saw my life through shadows of dismay. Each face I pushed away, each tie I cut, Yet in the mirror's gaze, I faced the rut.
The darkness, not in others, but in me, A foe within, the truth I failed to see. Running from myself, the hardest race, To find the light, within this darkest place.
You to realize how much you hurt me A letter from you saying how much you miss me A sign just to show much I mean to you A phone call just to explain why you did what you did I said it’s over, But I still wait for you to show up at my doorstep And with a leap of faith that you will someday I am still waiting for you