I wait,
For when am scared,
The sky is blinded,
Lows get high,
Pains sour and numb
Choices are right
When am okay,
To be older than now,
For the drops to fall harder,
Blood drains from my eyes,
Pale skin screams,
And in the end,
I wait.
I wait,
For when am scared,
The sky is blinded,
Lows get high,
Pains sour and numb
Choices are right
When am okay,
To be older than now,
For the drops to fall harder,
Blood drains from my eyes,
Pale skin screams,
And in the end,
I wait.