I Am Empire
The Waiting Room
A simple reflection of the lips In exchange for me on the asphalt I caught the eyes of miss perfection and lost controlI tried so hard to watch it fall overOver and over againHold fast ambulanceWhat is fair?I want what I can't have.Ambulance, incredible the sound of the sirens.The footsteps grow louder like the sound of the monitor Wait just a little longer Looking at bright lights Everything goes to black The nurse may have the cure But the blood on my shirt was not my ownAnd here I stand, in the waiting room.
From Letras Mania