sitting here waiting
sun setting on another generic day
colors and bright lights
the same feelings
debris covered in atmosphere
sitting here waiting
divided from the warmth that I crave
the world will not stop for us
i would never ask for that
i could beg for time to fly
sitting here waiting
cries muffled by the speed of sound
make it move faster
and I will still be here
sitting and waiting
only only
the warmth that I crave.















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