what am i doing here?
what am i waiting for?
will somebody fall from heaven and join me on the floor?
why am i holding out, pretending it might make sense?
i will not understand this any better then.
if sugar falls all over me…
if sugar falls then we'll see
so, i'll wait, as i always wait, as i always wish for something more
what if i try escaping
hoping for some repair
and then what if all of this
heartache follows to find me there? |