With all this time wasted and all this time gone. You are still waiting around Every time you leave the house remember you’re not safe, but you are hardly ever. All those times that I could swear I heard you speak you spoke in such a lovely voice, but now, if you could choose, you would choose not to feel ‘cause you are hardly ever happy
sometimes i plague myself standing in that step in eyes so black and unsure. realizing this is not where i want to be and not where i want to go and i don’t mean to brag and i don’t mean to disagree but i feel that you have failed to see that in order to love you have to be all you can be and mostly you have to love yourself
All this time wasted and all this time gone You are still waiting around me And if I could choose I would choose not to feel ‘cause I am hardly ever happy hardy ever happy.