waiting

I try not to cry
I try not to see through your lies
I try to hold you back
To bring you back to me.

How is she better
It's all I ask of you
To see through her
And look into me.

My east, my west
My heart, my soul
In my search for you
Never did I rest.

Yes, come back to me
Back to my side
Like the moon and the tide
Having you is just my right.

Copyright � 2001 Jo Tay

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