I said I would wait for you.
And although I cried myself to sleep
for thirty nights in a row,
I still waited.
Why did you walk out on my love?
Was it not enough?
Did all my words of encouragement
become too much?
I would have done anything for you,
but you couldn’t do the one thing I asked
and somehow I’m the one
that still misses you.
I’m the one that cries every day
not because I want to be with you,
but because you so blatantly
rejected my love.
You made me disbelieve all I felt
as well as every word you said.
Why did you put me through this?
What did I do but try to love you?