Waiting while knowing,
You won't be coming.
Yet, still hoping,
That you'd be coming.
I wonder since when did it start,
That I couldn't stand being apart,
Where I'd find a hint of you in my heart,
Though I know it isn't smart...
However, I can't help but remember,
How you get so worked up over that...
Have you ever seen your face when you do?
You make it such a pleasure to tease~
