I feel as though this is leading to the end. You have no idea what matters to me. What I like. What I don't like. You have no clue who I am. I can't believe you don't even know my favorite colors. You don't know When to hold me. or when to just let me do my own thing. You don't know when to stop asking things I'm Tired of hurting you. Tired of being hurt. Whatever. I'm losing it You don't even notice. You don't even care. You can't fix me. to keep me right here waiting. You always find the words to say, to keep me right here waiting. And if I chose to walk away, Would you be right here waiting? Searching for the right words to say...