you arent coming home, are you?
i kept hoping that you would
i thought that if i kept waiting
. . and waiting
. . . and waiting
that one day youd love me again.
but i guess it doesnt work out so easily.
i wish i could go back to the days
before you were changed,
and love you more than i already did
and maybe i could save you
or keep you for just a few days longer
but you arent coming home.
im not getting you back
but never forget
that i may resent you now and curse your name under my breath,
but ill never stop loving the mom who was there for me.
the one who came back.