there you are, there you where, there you stay. Here am I, left behind, right here no shaking, with a steady hand. The knife in your hand, not wanting to hurt anybody, everything for everybody but you. Are you still here? Are you still waiting? I don't think I want to wait anymore. To many words said. I didn't forget, but my thoughts have lost their glow - I can no longer remember what the problem was and I'm to tired to keep holding on to what will only keep hurting, like a little annoying pebble in my shoe. Leave now and don't look back
