Im tired of having all these different faces
So I sit here and spill my heart on these pages
Though I know this will probably never become known to you
I'll be here waiting as the plants form dew
Longing for the day
When I can at least say, "Hey."
Without being shut down and ignored
It feels like I've hit the floor
But surely this can't be the end
I'm trying to look around this bend
Hoping for the time
When I wont stay up late writing these stupid rhymes
Alone in my room
