24 hours compose a day,
But only one day each year
Can I become a selfish man
A man who can steal a wish.
I was born and raised in fear
Tears and sorrow begets my years
But in each dream of the night
You were there in sight
I could write a hundred stories
I could sing a thousand songs
But no letters or actions will
Bring you close to your destination
I'm just wondering when
Will you be coming
To see me once again
Here in this reality
All I know is that I am expecting you
And you were expecting me
To be something that we wanted to be
Something that we needed to be.
Your face was blurry
But your voice was clear
Your touch haunts me
And I'm always relieved
But in the morning
You disappear
Now I end up lying
With my lost memories
I could write a hundred stories
I could sing a thousand songs
But no letters or actions will
Bring you close to your destination
I'm just wondering when
Will you be coming
To see me once again
Here in this reality
All I know is that I am expecting you
And you were expecting me
To be something that we wanted to be
Something that we needed to be.
Time's always ticking
And people kept on going
But I'm still here left alone.
Hearts always getting broken
People graduating
And I'm left on my own...
Still waiting for you to show...
And I would write the stories
Then, sing you a thousand songs
If that would mean my actions
Can bring you any closer, get you any closer
I'm just wondering when
Will you be coming
To see me once again
Here in this reality
All I know is that I am expecting you
And you were expecting me
To be something that we wanted to be
Something that we needed to be.
Someone that we wanted,
And someone we needed to be...
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