| Waiting Game |
| He sees it clearly; now he's gone. His whole life has gone so wrong, he tries to reach out for the light, his hand consumed, by pitch of the night. Could have been on his side. Helped him through all his lies. Could have been a waiting game, try real hard for instant fame. And he's gone; now he's gone. He's got it all so wrong. Sit in the darkness; watch the trees. Silence is now the word I see. Trying so hard has got him down. Blackness makes no single sound. In the abyss I count your smiles. Walked across a million miles, nows the time to see you through, waiting game, in solitude. Now it's a waiting game I see. Trying to sow the living seeds. Now is time to make the grade. Failure is not an option made. It's always a waiting game, I know. Trying to reap the seeds I've sown. |
| Note: Whenever it was I wrote this it made sense to me, now that I post it on this website it doesn't really make sense but oh well. |