I make believe that one day,
i'll know just what to say.
My thoughts are like abandoned ships,
erode and wash away.
I used to let things pass me by,
now struggle to accept,
a wish I send out every night,
find regulations set,
for all of us.
It's typical loose patience,
frustration showing all in all.
Back onside have hours to spare.
And prove that I waste all my time here.
I haven't got the pace,
There must be some mistake.
Waiting for hours still blinded,
buried deep, it's still on my mind as I rest.
Tossing and turning like last week repeated.
It all starts off great, then changes.
Desolate, anxious and growing.
I have only one question left for you.
Why are the things I do never enough?
So long, look back when you are, a mile down this road.
Expecting me to sink right down,
but I won't.
The ending is a start,
and this time is no different.
I know it's not the same,
but I won't change a thing