Here I am,
Asking,
Telling my sisters I'm about to leave home,
Leaving for good,
Waiting in line makes me feel bored,
Some just coming by,
And cut the line,
Was this supposed to get recognised?
I don't know,
I wish I know,
Things just look pretty good,
Just look at how fast it gets me to wake up from that line,
Now I am waiting upstairs,
Here I am with anonymous stares,
Maybe they're judging me,
Or maybe they're adoring me,
I don't know,
I wish I know,
And this always happens.
