It’s been days and I can’t take it anymore
How long must this agony be?
What must I do to ease this longing?
It’s been days and it seems never ending.
The moon shines bright and the stars twinkle
The sky is dark and the clouds are gray
My pillow is wet but my eyes are dry
My pillow is wet. My eyes now dry.
In stare into the void, waiting; hoping
For something I know would never happen
It is a sad thing to be good at;
Waiting is a sad thing I am fairly good at.