dreams Wait... waiting room The emptiness we hold The emptiness we grow Is not without its benefit Fueling our intense dreams Wait... waiting room
Jersey plays Was just an act Sometimes I want, to just give in Accept the answers without a question Its easier, I must confess To treat this life like its a waiting room
aside but don't leave me behind I'm calling out to you Worthless time was spent tonite Speaking of things unheard of We never hear the other for the
A quarter dead, and three quarters getting there Forever has fled in the blink of my eyes are So tired, and so dry, and so hurting How I long to swing
Another day has come and gone And it seemed to happen all too fast I turned around and you had gone And left us in another bind I wish you could see
I'm dying to tell you how I'm dying inside From your lack of consideration My hopes fall away So I'll apologize to you in advance For when your head
Photographs etched in my mind And all the things I'm left to find That the years that we spent Are faded in time I know you'll come back to me As for
As I zone out, I'm driving home I think of how it will come to be My life as I live it I want to floor it, into the great unknown Maybe the signs will
I miss you more than words can say What I would do just for one more day To be lost in your eyes And at the mercy of your touch Ever since I've been
Some say we're soldiers without a war But righteousness is a word that's worth my fighting for Bullets of faith from the barrel of truth Could kill the
wonder Want you to come up lookin like it's somethin you wanna [christina] Tell me what you thinkin about when got me waiting patiently Usually I don't have to wait
to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Looking shit through each other's eyes
the door And started whoopin her ass worse than before They first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (ahh!) It’s the return of the... "ah, wait
clothes on the floor You could take a chance on finding romance Now you're holding hands But he's got other plans Tick-tock, the clock is turning red The room
Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait
friends say you ain't bringin' Drake along You know that I'm working, I'll be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waiting room Never
Joe Crack's that nigga ya other niggaz love to hate on Players keep showin love so players play on What Crack's preachin is CHUUCH, so niggaz pray on Good heavens, had to wait
If you talk to me We'll tell each other Our stories imperfectly Imperfectly I wanted to talk but you're occupied I tried to explain but I'm tounge-tied I'll wait
