We the waiters
Who spend our time watching the clock
Counting a tick as if it were a lifetime.
Is it boredom or is it heart break
Is it the sound of every home we wreck
With a careless though
and an easy goodbye
We ruin everything with a single moment in time.
Is it the time we spent staring off
Or is it the time we spent watching we spent
Eating up time with a happy thought
Finding it harder to digest when our thoughts fall face first
Is it these aching bones or is it jealousy
The thing that has the best of me.
This heart that beats from a cage of bone,
Slamming in to a body i used to control.
Let these legs break, and let the wings grow
I want to see a world I thought I'd never know
A world where everything turned out right
And I am sleeping with you in my arms tonight.
My heart and mind race to a far off land
A land where finally i'll cope and understand.
We the waiters keep letting time go by,
We the waiters wish we never tried,
We the waiters put so much in to our hearts
A massacre that makes the slashing of the innocent look like a chance for fame
We the waiters want so much more
We the waiters get less then optimism will let us allow
But is it pessimism or realism that slows us down.
We the waiters who grow impatient,
We the waiters who want time to run with us,
Father time is letting tomorrow grow old.
Which is odd because he hasn't been born.
Love,
The girl who waited.
AwkwardRaisin Community Member 
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