Garbage

I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean

I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you

I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you

I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home

Seems like you could... you did. But were not truly waiting. Then why? Why crying? Why all those faked tears?

(All these seems too much garbage. You left too much of it in my path. Putting the pieces back together.)