Forlorn

I made a promise and I have kept it. Each and every time I seem to rationalize, I don't even see the purpose but still, I brave the pain, I swallowed my pride and forgo of myself. Maybe you're that important, maybe that's how I care. Now I feel exhausted and full of pain. Did you even think about me? I was there when you needed me, and I'll always be there, in the end, where were you? I don't want to force the issue, I know I have no right. But after all, when all has been said and done, I'll still be here. I'll hold the flame for every one to see. It'll remind me how you've been and always will be a part of me.