I was never made for anything great. I lived my life blissfully unaware, unknowing to the fact that it was all just a song to be played, just like we had so many times before. I was never great to begin with, never on time, never made to do much. I never focused on this before. I never considered I was "made" for anything. The doors have long closed. I will never see any of you again. But I long to. Oh, how I long to. You never really looked my way much, but you always waited for me. And I miss you, regardless of what you said to me.