It's never me, I'm never the one to make it to the other side.
I stand on the edge staring back at everyone, tears in my eyes saying "Go, I'll be fine.".
I've been here for ages watching each one walk away.
I've been here for ages.
My hair tangled in the wind, eyes burning, the storm grows and I get smaller, elapsed, you aren't done yet.
My depleted heart tugs back on my sleeve.
"We can't leave yet, you haven't changed the past."
I've been here for ages.
