Million Years

It's about time I got a little serious maybe not about my life but what you mean to me. It's about time I said something sincere... My dear. Why do you respond to questions of ridicule about your past? Why do you dry the tears so fast to make sure I don't see that I've hurt you again? My friend. No, I would never desert you because I could never deserve you in a million years. It's about time you questuion my authority of issues of honesty. Although, I know that I believe in you. I can't believe you still believe in me. Why do you wait for my wandering mind with the patience of a person twice your age? Is it that you've found the answer to questions I haven't even tripped on yet? Please... do not forget me.