Waiting For Me
She was so special; she was unique
She was the strong one; I was the weak
She made me happy when I was sad
She was the good one; I was the bad
I didn't care when late for a date
I knew she'd be there, I knew she would wait
Waiting for me, always waiting for me
She'd be waiting for me, always waiting for me.
She was so special; she was the best
So why did I treat her worse than the rest?
Other girls meant nothing at all
Except to my ego whenever they'd call
I'd disappear for a day or three
She knew I'd be back; she'd be waiting for me
She didn't want money; she didn't want fame
I never asked if she wanted my name
I was so arrogant, so immature
She'd never leave me, I was so sure
Whatever I did I was certain she'd be
Forever beside me or waiting for me
Too late I realised she wanted respect
But all I had offered was constant neglect
One day I came back but she wasn't there
I searched and I wallowed in my deep despair.
She wasn't waiting for me; no longer waiting for me
Not waiting for me; not waiting for me