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
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