Waiting... to be born again Wanting... the saddes kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing... is what I feel Waiting... for the drugs to make it real Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Waiting... to be disciplined Aching... for your nails across my skin Waiting for the day when I will crawl... Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting... to be born again Wanting... the saddes kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing... is what I feel Waiting... for the drugs to make it real Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Waiting... to be disciplined Aching... for your nails across my skin Waiting for the day when I will crawl... Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
