i'll wait for you here on this bed. i'll wait for you everyday. from morning to the dawn, till the nights all run long you'll be late, i understand, i'll wait for you on this bed. i don't mind, i understand, but yes i do miss you like hell, but what can i do other then just wait.
cause i know one night or day, you'll be walking through that door and i want to be the person who greets you forever more but, waiting for that day to come, makes me miss you more. sometimes i imagine you're already at the front gate waving your hands to me, saying please let me in, and i'll go outside and you'll disappear all over again.
what i always do, is write letter to you and never send them, i'm afraid what the reply would be from then. and i try my best to walk out of this house and meet someone else, but i can't, i just can't, who could i when your the only one in my heart?
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