Somehow I know it will end someday somehow. Seriously, you don't take me seriously. I know its hard to say goodbye. I need respect. Not to be always left standing, waiting. My time is not yours. I need to go out with other people. Do you think i'll forever be here? We'll see. * I'm beginning to see it in a different way, I think i'm starting to love you in a different way. I believe if we do move on someday, I'll be okay.