Should i keep waiting and simply hoping,
preparing myself for pain, simply coping,
with the fact that you could come back,
different feelings would lead to a stranger act,
you made me a mess, can't keep it together,
proving me wrong could make it better,
truth is whatever happens, is for a reason,
different feelings for different seasons,
everyone pardon me while i can hardly
see a weekend pass without empty bottles of Bacardi,
turning on when i wake up like a tv,
on the floor right in front of me,
pardon me while i burn and rise from ashes,
so when she comes back, she loses me in the masses,
that would hurt less then her hurting me,
prove me wrong, still not entirely a certainty.