Sitting here, wondering if i fucked it up that bad.
Cold and shivering, for a reason unknown.
Cold and shivering i sit, wondering if i'll ever
Hear the three words that will pull me from this shit.
Cold and shivering, i know millions before me have felt the same.
Millions before me wondering when they'll find the one.
One small gesture, such as a hand-hold,
Can ruin a friendship, and make it unfold.
What i thought could have been, i know never will.
But sitting here wishing, it's stupid, but still.
"i dont want to harm myself, but does that mean i should
give up on love?" -Me.