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This Age is My Waiting Room
When I was young,
At least, younger than I am
I always wondered about this age
The waiting room phase
It felt as if life would end
Either that, or begin again
The moment I reached this stage
I wouldn't be me anymore
In many ways, I was right
Because I've changed monumentally
Do I like it? I can't really say
I can barely form the words these days
I work like a dog to prove a stupid point
To confirm that I am mine
I save my money but it never seems to help
I'm always feeling poor after hours
My friends are here, scattered about
Something like they used to be
I can't feel the foundation, maybe it's left
But there's no reason for it to matter
The girl's gone away
And that's okay
She wasn't for me
She wasn't supposed to be beside me
But I hurt for no reason
And I feel so lonely every single day
There's never been anything missing
But that doesn't stop me from complaining
I can't make anything work for long
Can't make anything continue on
Can't bring myself to be happy
Can't be all right
And everybody says that that's fine
And I don't want it to be fine
And I keep trying
And I keep failing
And I don't know how to occupy my time in here.
I'm really sick of waiting.
