He really does know,
He knows I'm still there.
I'm just standing there.
Waiting by his door.
I don't know why
But I know he's not going
to answer his door,
because he knows it's me.
he honestly knows how
I've been waiting all day
just to ask him to be outside
and talk to me and Tia.
And he honestly thinks
If he sits there long enough
I'll just go away.
I know I won't.
I'll leave candy by his door
even though I'll never hear a thanks.
So should I?
Should I just go?
Should I just go and listen
to random quotes of Tia?
Or should I still wait
And ask for his presence
In a place so boring...
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