What am I waiting for?
I wake up to the same dark walls and white trimmed Windows.
My feet hit the worn wooden floor,
I do the same things I do everyday,
At the end of the day, I think of all the things I could've said,
I think of how I should've spoken love to hurting people,
I wonder if he's going to fall in love with me,
I wonder why I let silence prevail,
I'm waiting.
I'm waiting for the day when I become brave
