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The room is painted in shades of grey
Don't know whether it's night or day
I glance out the window as the clock hits the hour I'm trying to breathe, but the air tastes sour
I feel like I'm between the waiting for and the waiting to
I'm stuck between what you say and what you do
I feel like I'm between the waiting for and the waiting to
For that time to end tonight
tired of waiting get up and fight
outside the world continues humming
but I'm inside with my mind running
feel like I'm between the waiting for and the waiting to
I'm stuck between what you say and what you do
I feel like I'm between the waiting for and the waiting to
Car horns pierce the night so clear
as that moment draws ever nearer
I only wish you weren’t my friend
So I could hurt you in the end
feel like I'm between the waiting for and the waiting to
I'm stuck between what you say and what you do
I feel like I'm between the waiting for and the waiting to


i don't think any of MY words are in it but oh well ^^