What?

And when i thought you would be there,
You weren't.
And i keep on contemplating,
If its my fault that your gone...
Or if i'm the one to blame when this day ends.

When i sit by myself,
And wonder what i could have done to be left here,
I think it may have been my fault.
I've been getting stuck with people,
who don't hold up their end of the deal.
And i'm so sick of trying so hard,
To make things work when in the end,
I know i'm going to be forgotten.

I just don't want to be forgotten,
Anymore then nessisary,
because i'm so used to it that i keep on hopeing it'll end.
My friends have left in search of something else,
And i lay here,
by myself waiting for them to come back.
When i know in the end, i might as well be waiting for the dead to rise...

Which may never happen,
So as long as i'm undecided...
my best decition is to wait, until i can talk to people....and figure out what happened....
with these friendships.