The Death and Re-Birth of Robin Williams

Waiting for you is like waiting for death I called and asked if you would nurse me When I fell down and injured by back Waiting for you is like waiting for my father I sit by the door with hope in my heart In my mind you call and say I need you But the call is never answered Waiting for you is like waiting for a cure I treat myself and take my medicine like a good boy But my arms and hands are too short Waiting for you is like waiting for god I listened as some else was abused and abandon I say that we have a lot in common But she said let me put my arms around you Because god has not forgotten about you