It gets lonely still, i will admit,
still i push away when i feel any commit,
need a fix? here's the rusty tool kit,
fix yourself up, no one else but you can do it,
my hands are tired of waiting until,
i let you go for good, i'm waiting still,
like a poor investor awaiting his bank bill,
my life has for too long been at a stand still,
we are much older and it's hard to see,
you presently with all we used to be,
never did plea and it burned to third degree,
tried to keep it together but grew a goatee,
when i find you any time my heart had something to say,
you turned around and still do to this day,
maybe i will get constantly rejected in every possible way,
but at least i always tried, the only right way.