waiting
I`ll die waiting for my life
i am incredibly afraid to wait all the way until my death
its a sad reality im living
i´ve been waiting for way too long
i dont think i can do this anymore
life runs slow and fast and streches all the way to the past
it feels empty now as if everything has passed
and still i wait for something to happen yet i dont know what
i´ll die waiting for my life
im not asking for anything really im just asking for somethting so simple
so pathic and so childish but i do cry thinking about what i couldve had
maybe i am a grown up jealous child or maybe i am just being myself
Often the whispers of regular people visit my noisy ears
and i find myself fighting the urge to yell how good their live is comapred to mine
i want to feel like i have the right to cry and want to die
that way i never imrpove anything i stay still as a rock in a river
Life is slipping away and yet i dont even turn my head to glance at it for the last time
To me its a hopless case that neither you or I can save
Im a hypocrite beacuse i do cry thinking about how
I´ll die waiting for my life
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