Lost

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I stand here, waiting

Lost to my own fate

I know you remember

But you’re always late

Don’t you know that I am here?

Why do you make me stand in fear?

Do you hate me?

Do you even know?

Who I’m kidding, you’ll never show.

I’m just waiting.

Always waiting.

Just me and my little bow

But I guess I’m not worth the time on the phone.

All those times, I held your hands;

Shielded you from this world’s demands.

But I’m still waiting.

Always waiting.

And you’ll never show.

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