Here I Sit Wondering
Here I sit wondering why you left me here.
I try hard to think if you want me or you want me to die.
The feeling I feel is that I just want to cry.
Now I see you holding her hand, and I'm still trying to find,
Where we end.
I guess it's true, even you say, maybe you want it your way and
I want it my way.
By: Meghan (Age ?)