...Meanwhile I\'ve lived and waited alot
You\'re sincere, perhaps there\'s nothing I can do
I know I am not a priority, will never be
And you take time, just what you like to do
Then why can\'t I just let go of you?
Nothing was promised and nothing was said
Why am I still, chained to your door
That never opens, with a thousand poems read
If I could hate you, would this be gone forever?
Why can\'t I command a going away spell
All this waiting, hoping, seeking, trying
Got a door that shut these fires of hell?
For me to hate, you have to be a monster
Show me bad, show me dark, terrible deeds
But I know you are behind the door, taking your time
You\'ll just sit there and watch this fire bleed...
-Al