The once familiar smile worn
across my face replaced and born
a haunting ode to the popular the way they are.
This cold stare comes naturally
detached from everyone I see
and I’m already gone.

I’m wondering if you’ve seen desire,
this burning drive to be inspired,
it’s something that’s been missing here, for far too long.
What are you inspired by,
don’t rush this, take your time
just know that I might be gone.

I’m sick of lying, sick of lying on the floor
sick of being bored, wasting time.
I, I’ll still hold on.
I’m sick of waiting, sick of waiting by the phone,
sick of being home, wasting time.
I, I’ll still hold on.

What did you expect from me,
and I don’t know if I can see
the point of staying here for one more day.
The walls are closing in on me.
There’s nothing much left here to see.
And nothing will ever change.
And I don’t know if this will.

What did you expect from me,
and I don’t know if I can see
the point of staying here for one more day.
The walls are closing in on me.
There’s nothing much left here to see.
And nothing will ever change.
And I don’t know if this will.

I’m sick of lying, sick of lying on the floor
sick of being bored, wasting time. I, I’ll still hold on.
I’m sick of waiting, sick of waiting by the phone,
sick of being home, wasting time. I, I’ll still hold on.


Lyrics submitted by nikki04

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