Waiting, to be born again

Wanting, the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel
Waiting, for the drugs to make it real
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl away

Waiting, to be disciplined
Aching, for your nails across my skin
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl away

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson