Waiting for My Ride to Get Me
I sit waiting
Time ticks
The world goes on
Yet I sit waiting
Waiting for the future to become the present
The present my past
for him to mean nothing to me anymore
for someone to realize smiling can hurt
and that one doesn't get over fear in a couple of seconds
I sit waiting
Time ticks
The world goes on
Yet I sit waiting
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