tracing your picture with my crooked finger
there's nothing left but somehow you linger
you disclosed my heart and possessed my soul
this possession i know creates a growing hole
they say you'll learn to forget with time
how can I move on when you're still not mine?
A photograph - a memory is all that remains
a rush of blood running through my veins
You don't even want to know me no more
So I ask myself - what am I still waiting for?