I sit here...waiting. Waiting for hope, love or truth.
But it never comes. Why do I wait day after day,
year after year? Because you told me too.
You told me happiness would come, but it didn't.
For that, I hate you. I hope you feel my eyes.
Piercing through the back of your head.
I hope you feel my pain.
In that cold heart of yours.
I sit here...alone. In this empty room.
It's cold here. It's getting harder to breathe.
The walls are closing in on me.
Perhaps I will survive. Perhaps not.