I started in the backwood back when I was up to no good.
Then I got up, walked away on my own.
I'm strugglin' the feelings hope that we could start some livin' but you can't stomach that.
That's what you've shown.
So I'm still waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I don't know what for.
So I'm still waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Till I can no more.
I wrote down my grief, my joy, my rage.
Hoping it would jump off the page.
And then settle back down onto your heart.
But everytime I get near I'm taken over by the fear.
That I'll fall down again and then fall apart.
So I'm still waiting.
Waiting.
So I'm still waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I don't know what for.
So I'm still waiting.
Waiting.
waiting.
Till I can no more.
So I'm still waiting.
Waiting.
So I'm still waiting.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI