Waiting

So I wasted away my time, waiting for you to come around, waiting on my own destiny, just waiting. The places i could be, but I stuck around for love. Now what's become of me? Waiting for answers, waiting on a promise that will fulfill my hope that things will in fact be okay. But until then, I keep waiting, and trying, and failing. Failing with every new start. So. I sit here. Nothing has changed. Nothing is progressing. And here I am. You're content because your life is simple, easy, and how you wanted it to be. I'm on the verge. I waited. Now I am lost.