| Monday I wake up with disgust in my head
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| Could not forgive myself another moment spent in the bed
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| Monday the mirror always disappoints
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| I pinch my skin until I see the joints
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| Today I’m feeling like I live on the ledge
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| Any moment I just know I’m gonna fall off the edge
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| They say, «hang on»
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| I promised them I will but I don’t know for how long
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| Wait for a minute
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| I’ll, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll
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| I’ll wait
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| Why do I spend the of my day
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| Looking for any way to waste away?
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| The pain is in the empty time
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| Just twiddling my thumbs and hoping for the words to rise
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| Today I couldn’t stand to be all alone
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| And sick of hearing my voice on the telephone
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| A thousand roads to injury
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| Most of them so smooth it doesn’t feel they are hurting me Wait for a minute
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| I’ll, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll
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| I’ll wait
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| Oh, I’ll still try to leave the higher violence behind
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| I’ll wait for relief but the illness is my mind
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| Why should I worry? |
| I’m already too late
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| Why should I wait?
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| Not knowing what the future will bring
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| Is always wrecking my day
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| I guess I’ll drown my fear and seal my fate
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| A haze of cravings, easier to do it then to just sit here and wait
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| Easier to do it then to just sit here and wait
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| Wait for a minute
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| I’ll, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll
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| I’ll wait
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| Easier to do it then it is to just sit here and wait! |