The nagging, The constant need for attention,
The silence and The Questions,
Each and every bit, every emotion,
Will make sense,
One day, when I won't be around,
When you will long,
For those strifes, and those words,
Sure my silence hurts you now,
And you feel tired of this show.
But one day,
You will feel what I feel now,
What I can perceive about the days to come,
You will know, in days to come.
The words that you say so easily,
"Go find someone else"
But will i be able to find myself?
One day you'll know,
Very soon, it'll make sense.