There’s a hole in my head,
Where there used to be an old friend.
And my temper’s rising,
I can’t remember what you once said.
Won’t break a sweat because I’m losing my emotion,
I won’t break a sweat because I’m losing my emotion.
There’s a fear in my head,
It’ll all be forgotten.
And what’s the point of a memory,
Now if I’m only gonna lose it?
I’ve been waiting on the other side,
for your friends to leave
so I don’t have to hide.
I prefer they didn’t know,
so I’ve been waiting on the other side,
for your friends to go.
…
You never need to worry about me,
I’ll be fine on my own.
Someone else can worry about me,
I’ve spent a lot of time on my own.
I’ve spent a lot of time on my own.
I’ve been waiting till the danger passed.
I don’t know how long the storm is going to last,
if we’re gonna carry on.
I’ll been waiting on the other side,
till your friends are gone.
Anyone who’s met me knows I’m cynical to a fault. Yet I will never apologize for being cynical – someone’s got to do it. I just hate it when people confuse my cynicism for pessimism. I don’t ever intend to be negative when I assess things; rather, I’m trying to view things as they objectively are. However, more often nowadays, I’m trying to abandon my cynicism altogether. I’ve been striving to be friendlier, more honest, and generally optimistic. I’ve got a new mantra, and as cheesy as it sounds, it has helped me every day.
I’ve tried,
I’ve failed.
I thought I gave my all,
Now it’s hard to tell.
Is this the end
Of this dream I lost?
Or just an introduction
To how much it may cost?
I’m just waiting on the seasons to change,
Waiting for the curtain to fall.
I could lose my cool
Like a restless fool,
But I’m waiting for my time to come.
