• I want to wait,
    I really do.
    Waking up every morning,
    I only think about you.

    Maybe today,
    maybe tomorrow.
    That's all that runs through my mind.
    Maybe now.

    My knives are rusting from the tears
    Running down my face.
    Their rusting from the time just sitting there.

    No blood will be dealt.
    Not today, maybe tomorrow.
    That's all that runs through my head.
    Not today, not tomorrow.

    I can't wait no more,
    I need to choose.
    A broken arm or a torn up heart?

    Please make up my mind for me.
    Fore if i do,
    only more tears will fall.

    But i will have to wait more anyways.
    Only time will heal these wounds.

    And only time will tell me if you are right.
    I can't wait!
    Either you or the knife.
    I have chosen but what about you?