you know, i've grown so tired of waiting for you
waiting, wondering if you'll come through
i never seem to think of myself
it's funny cause, even when you're not around
i still worry how you are, even if you won't call
refuse to talk or text
but i still think the date of your birth was the best
you were such a light in my life
although i know i was not yours
september first was what i waited for
to be around you all day
though i was the only one who remembered
you still managed to severe everything we had
tell me honestly.
was i even that bad?
or did he talk down on me so much
you just decided you'd had enough?
