I could wait a million years,
a billion hours,
a trillion seconds,
but you still wouldn't be ready

I could watch a million seasons,
a billion months,
a trillion days,
but you still wouldn't be ready

I could grow old waiting for you,
waiting for somthing that never will be,
and ponder reasons untold of why you never came to me,

but to do so would be folly,
and hurt myself i would,
but to act like I had got over you,
would make me feel blue,

so trapped in this little game of cat and mouse
i am,
going in circles isn't doing any good,
and trying to forget you is to hard
even though i should.......