i'm sorry i keep saying i'm sorry

i'm making this up as i go along.
truth is, there is nothing you said i could relate to, probably because you didnt say anything at all.
there was just me, there. on top of the hill, choosing the best way to throw myself over the cliff, off the side of the mountain only half hoping to end up somewhere nice, nice as better, somewhere more free.
better in a i-don't-want-to-be-alone-anymore kind of way.
i want to meet you and love you with all my heart,
with all my heart.
but sometimes the waiting seems endless. the wating has been endless and my heart is so tired i fear it won't beat as its supposed to when it finds you.
i'm sorry, i've been waiting so long i don't remember how to love anymore.