I was scared,

Scared of what we could of had.

Scared of what we should of locked on a pad.

Scared of something that could go bad.

And now, I stand.

Confused with these flowers from another man.

Do I really want this?

Then I remembered that first kiss.

We left each other,

But I thought you would come back.

And now, I stand.

Waiting for you to hold my hand.

Waiting for something that will never come

Waiting for something old to become new.

Waiting for you.