- cifra
All this time wasted and
All this time gone
You are still waiting on me
Everytime 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
And spoke in such low voice
About
If you could choose you would
Choose not to feel
'Cause you are hardly ever happy
Sometimes I caught myself
Standing in that step
And 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
I don't mean to disagree
But I feel that you fail to see
In order to love you have to be
All you can be
But mostly you have to love yourself
All this time wasted and
All this time gone
You are still waiting on me
Oh, and if I could choose I would
Choose not to feel
'Cause I am hardly ever happy
I'm hardly ever happy
You, you, you... Follow me, happy
