Days gone by and I'm waiting.
Waiting for good things to come.
Hoping my nightmares turn to dreams.
Crying because I'm all alone.
I build a humble shell around me.
To protect me from the cold.
On the inside I'm still shivering.
There's no more warmth to hold me close.
Why do I still hold on.
I guess, I feel the need to torment myself again.
Every stale breath I take, is the only reminder that I'm still here.
I need to escape the past, before I'm left injured and alone.
I fall to the ground cursing my life.
I still can't help, but worry.
Worry about my friends, and how we are being driven apart.
I'm still waiting for clarity, and a reason to wake up.
--Lone Wolf1990 01:35, December 4, 2009 (UTC)