Waiting

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

for the day when I will crawl away

Waiting

to be disciplined

Aching

for your nails across my skin

Waiting

for the day when I will crawl away

Porcupine Tree