Watching you,
following your footsteps,
stocking the tears that fall down your cheeks.
Wanting to hug you,
needing to wipe your eyes.
seeing you get hurt,
over the same problems,
telling you to stop,
but you can't hear me.
I'm just in your dreams,
the friend you will never have,
hiding in the shadows,
of your past.
Waiting for the day to be released,
to show you the truth.
You have no understanding,
of what is tocome of you.
Waiting.
Watching.
I can only watch you get hurt,
and stalk the tears that fall down your cheeks.