| I used to think it would never end | |
| Eternally, forever and a day, infinite always | |
| Nothing could be better than a life alone with you | |
| The funny thing is a piece of me | |
| The skeptic who Is waiting for the day to prove me wrong-again | |
| You?re wrong again | |
| Should have known better than to leave myself open | |
| The fool is a victim | |
| Sitting in the corner of a room somewhere with pictures in pieces | |
| Scattered all around | |
| The conversation is about life | |
| How so many things come and go with no rhyme or reason | |
| Seems the best ones, come to those who wait | |
| I?m sick and tired of waiting | |
| Wasting so much time when you don?t want me to hold on | |
| It?s messing up my mind | |
| I?m not expired or broken | |
| There?s still so much inside | |
| And yes I listened, you told me | |
| Every word a lie | |
| I really hope that it works out | |
| I wouldn?t wish any harm to find you | |
| Everything is destiny | |
| Whether I like it or not -- I don?t | |
| I?ll find faith in my own way | |
| Part of me will always wonder what you?re thinking | |
| Who you dream of | |
| Want and are in need of | |
| I?m sick and tired of waiting... | |
| Sick and tired | |
| It?s all excuses | |
| Every word you tell me | |
| Seems to disappear without trace | |
| I?m alive don?t you see | |
| Every word is nothing but a lie to me I know it so well | |
| I don?t think that you could ever leave me | |
| I know you?re rightfully the one for me | |
| ?cause everything is destiny! | |
| The ride is fast but I hold tight | |
| I raise my dukes and prepare for a new fight | |
| Not what is right but what is wrong | |
| I feel the winds of the storm but I carry on | |
| While you?re torn, I?m born | |
| You think in lies this Is no fun | |
| But look inside and you?ll see there?s a new sun! | |
| I?m sick and tired of waiting | |
| Waiting | |
| Wasting so much time when you don?t want me to hold on | |
| What is right for what is wrong | |
| It?s messing up my mind | |
| It?s Messing up my mind | |
| I?m not expired or broken | |
| While you?re torn, I?m born | |
| There?s still so much inside | |
| And yes I listened, listening, you told me | |
| Every word a lie |