Waiting for the night to start. Waiting for the night to change your ways. There are days missing from my week again. And there's not a cloud in the sky.
Waiting to be born again. Wanting the saddest kind of pain. Waiting for the day when I will crawl away. . Nothing is what I feel. Waiting for the drugs to make it real.
Waiting... to be born again. . Wanting... the saddest kind of pain. Waiting for the day when I will crawl away. . Nothing is what I feel. Waiting... for the drugs to make it real.