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I Am Waiting
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May 2010
I'm waiting until my clouds open,
until my rain turns to sunshine,
barely holding it all together,
I'm on a deli sliced thin line,
at least now I am myself,
at least I finally grew a spine,
maybe I have problems reading signs,
or maybe I never wanted the sender to be mine.
I'm waiting until my waters lower,
until I decide to just drown,
I always think of New Years,
so many adjectives and nouns,
at least I learned to always be King,
looking for some girl to wear the Queens crown,
never put yyourself down anymore,
there is no longer a want to frown.
I'm waiting for my burnt out lawn,
to spring into grass,
you could be my lonely rose,
on any other I will pass,
give me that extra shove,
to move to first from last,
and you do the most important task,
of removing from my room the gas.
I'm waiting to say forget it,
I'm flying high like before...
boy does it entice,
being up this high feels nice,
for now this feeling will suffice,
come down for my landing,
and decide to do it twice,
never mind how above the influce I was growing up,
forget about handing out any slither of advice.
