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I'm the girl who sits and patiently waits,
For your arrival on our first and last date.
How do I know it's the last, you say?
Because I'm still here, and you're an hour late.
I'll sit and wait here an hour or so more,
Waiting here for you, is really a bore.
Eventually, I'll just leave the waitress a tip,
I drink the last of my coffee, it's only a sip.
I go home and cry til there's nothing left of me,
Just shattered bits on the floor, nothing to do, nothing to see.
All because of another relationship gone awry,
I could lie here forever, I really hope I die.
This gun would be the thing to kill me dead,
I take the safety off and raise it to my head.

*~Amber Swarnes~*