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