A million tears I cried for you,
a thousand times I waited,
and when my love was not returned,
twas your soul, my heart, it hated.
A hundred hugs I gave each day,
and many were the kisses,
but now that I am finally free,
it is me your heart, it misses.
And now, you come and say these words,
in action, thought and need,
but chilled I am, and weary,
and my soul pays you no heed.
A million tears now fall from you,
a thousand times you wait;
and when you see I need you not,
you fear for your very fate.
A hundred days you’ll think of this,
and many times you’ll sigh,
and cling to the question that has no answers,
forever asking why.