Why am I waiting?
What’s the point?
Your life is moving
And mine’s at a stop
There are so many options
But I’m afraid to move on
I don’t want to miss
What I’m waiting for
Somehow, though,
We’re changing
Our feelings are dancing
Swimming amongst out friends
The faster they travel
The farther we become
But somehow I feel you want this
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