I've nothing from you, but everything to give,
but my everything would be nothing to you,
I see you growing up, moving forward, from so far away,
Standing here, I'm waiting for your next move, like a kid in the night before Christmas anticipating what would their presents bring to them the next morning.
I'm standing here, just waiting, waiting and anticipating.
All the while never forgetting, how much I want to give you and how little it'd mean to you, I'm helpless because I've a thousand useless talents and you'd never know not a single one of them,
Yet, here I am, just sitting and waiting and anticipating,
And hoping, and praying, and wishing, nothing but for your soul to stay alive and merry.
I see your deadbeat sinking eyes,
the look of your sinking eyes take my breath away and keeps me alive.
