All this time wasted and all this time gone,
you are still waiting on me
And every time 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
you spoke in such a low voice
of how, if you could choose, you would choose not to feel
because you are hardly ever happy.
Sometimes I find myself standing on those stairs
with eyes so blank and unsure,
realising this is not where I want to be
and not where I want to go
And I don't mean to somehow always disagree
but I feel that you do not see.
In order to love, you have to be all you can be
and mostly you have to love yourself.
Oh, with all this time wasted and all this time gone
you are still waiting on me.
Oh, but if I could choose, I would choose not to feel
because I am hardly ever happy.
I am hardly ever happy.