My time is spent

Waiting, waiting. My time is spent
  I wait for a better time
  I wait until my work is finished
  I wait because I'm afraid
And I wish that I would stop waiting
  I wish that life could be different
  I wish I could be different
  I wish I knew how to act
And I wait, and I wish, and I wait.
  My time is spent

  Oh, how I hurt!
  I'm a romantic, you know
Deep inside of me there's this passionate soul
  Yearning to pour itself out —
  But I'm afraid and I wait and I wait
  Wishing and waiting and wishing
Until my heart is filled with melancholy

  Alone in the crowd
  A misty isle in the raucous of life
  A sad, quiet island unknown to man
And I wait, and I wish, and I wait
  Until
  My time is spent


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