In all truthfulness I am who I said I was.

I will be there like I said I would,

But will you take me?

In all likeness of my feelings, they were real.

I said I would wait,

B u t you did not.

I felt what she .f.e.e.l.s. in her room; alone.

Crying and waiting for your strong arms.

I've had your hold on me yet I do not miss it.

I do not miss it because of all things you chose not to wait.

He sits there, holding his f r i e n d in his hands

He takes a sniff then waits for the sign that it is helping.

"Oh dear friend," he p.l.e.a.d.s, "Take me a w a y from here. And tell me why I chose to love her."

He sighs when all fails and his high leaves him cold

Writhing in all his misery through memories of her words.

Words that told him her love was pure

That she would stand by him without a second glance at the one she never had.

I am waiting, again, for nothing at all.

I know now to wait no more.

You send for her and she plays with you because now I am gone.

How does it feel to know I am happy;

To know that I care not.

To have no one there to love you anymore,

Because you have no heart.

He loves her with all of his might and she can never look back.

She will never l o o k back.