Your heart has turned cold and bitter, never to be occupied.
You come around and announce yourself, when ever you decide.
Is my love so lost with in you, that you cannot even abide.
Yet still we sit here together, wasting lifes precious time.
Growing old alone together, throwing away what could be our prime.
Hopeing for an action, but only able to sit and stime.
If love costed something, I feel I only amount to about a dime.
Im still alone with you, and my love is all that waits.
Your love has seemed to vanish, and sorrow my heart creats.
Im torn up and confused, I feel in horrid desperate straits.
One time not long ago, convinced we had connected fates.
Yet now along time from the begainning, our love is riped and torn.
You dont even look to me, with looks that I adorn.
Even with all my hopes and dreaming, I know we wont be reborn.
So as I sit here writing, and feeling alittle bit scorn.
I alone sit here waiting, wishing that you would just know.
That no longer do I think of the future, or have a desire to know.
What out come this love shall turn, or where it will under go.
I've relised you love had ended, and for my heart I now let you go.