A fat novel was sitting on my lap,

       while my eyes were glued on the street

       waiting for you,

       I’ve always been waiting. 

The espresso I’ve ordered already arrived,

       and half of my fingernails were nibbled. 

       Wondering if you’ll come,

       I’ve always been wondering. 

People were starting to leave the tables,

       and I’m stuck here with nothing. 

       Losing hopes, like

       I’ve always been losing people. 

My tears started to well ’cause it’s 3p.m.

       You never fail to crush this little heart.

       Hurting that you never cared ’bout me,

       With you, I’ve always been hurting. ©


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