We're All Just Waiting, Waiting To Die

I sat there and waited. I waited for you. I waited for me. I waited, hoping for the world to pass me by. I watched. Watched all the people go by. I didn't know these people. These strangers. I watched them all come and go. None of them ever stayed. Only I did. I'll remember them, but they wont remember me. I'll remember how they frolicked in the grass so happily. I'll remember how I planned out their lives, each so perfectly wrapped in mystery. I'll remember these things, but they wont remember me. To them I was no one, but to me they were everything.

Today I waited alone. As I waited, I looked to the sky. The sky was waiting too. It was waiting for its time to leave, to pass us all by. We were all waiting for that. Maybe I could wait with the sky, maybe today we'd wait together. We'd share this memory. This memory of our shared loneliness. Today we were alone and waiting. Who were you waiting for? I was waiting for you. Maybe tomorrow you will wait with me.