Waiting

This waiting is exasperating me. Always around you, but you don't see me. You look right through. This knowing that I need just a chance, and then the feeling that it may never come. But I love the way that it hurts, and I know all the places you go. 'Though I wait and I look from the sidelines I know that my chance has been waiting out there. And I love this form of pretense, 'cause I know why it is that you come. While I wait and observe from the sidelines I know that my chance has been waiting out there. Waiting Time and time again. Close - yet so far away. You don't see me. And I live for you. Feeling that it takes just a chance. And sometimes thinking that it could be so close. But I love the way that it hurts, and I know all the places you go. 'Though I wait and I look from the sidelines I know that my chance has been waiting out there. And I love this form of pretense, 'cause I know why it is that you come. While I wait and observe from the sidelines I know that my chance has been waiting out there.