You hide while I'm waiting here

I'm not scared

I'm just waiting for anticipation to strike

I hate the feeling it gives me

Standing on the edge, of my lungs

Don't cry

They won't give you the time

You know how deep it gets

So just let the mood sway

It's past life

I hate the faces they gave me

Gliding past the edge, one last time

One last time

But you stay

Hoping for the [?] yesterday

I'm still half-awake

Praying to give you everything