The hope has faded while my heart beats on,
with each beat hurting more than the last.
Soon my heart will cease to go on,
and I will come to pass.

So I'll set it in stone
and wait.

Hearing anything from me months ago would not have changed anything. Neither does hearing anything now nor hearing anything in the future. It will never change a thing, unless you make it so.

Now its my turn to wait to hear from you.
And hope that its the news I've been wanting to hear.

And let me be honest here,
Have you not made me into a stranger yourself. It feels like you're the one pushing me away, doesn't it?