I can't do anything to fix it. I can't make things better. It's not my choice, but oh how I wish it was. I sit in the dark, waiting, just waiting. For him to come and save me from this place, but will he? Who's to know. I'll stay here until he comes back. Oh how I wish he would talk to me again, how I wish that he would be mine again. But he made his choice, and it wasn't me. I can't change it. I can't do anything about it. Not. A. Thing