If i wait for nothing, i miss anything else,
but if i move on i might miss what could be.
my nerves prickle in anticipation
at the interesting days to come.
it will tell me who you are,
but more importantly who i am.
I don't want to be here,
i'd rather just make this all go away.
but you left me by the curb with our friendship,
and they all seem to chant my name.
the one i want sees nothing else but himself,
and the ones who want are under the souls of my shoes.
I can't take this anymore,
my dear life this is
the final good-bye.
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