Will you whimper while you wait,
for me to save you?
Or will you make me?
You gotta' make me.
In my dreams I see the world I could have been
living in had I not been myself and I hate to
have to inform you but I do believe that this
body may be no more than a shell, inevitably
for our big potential nothing more than a cell,
not that it is, but if, then from within your jail
Will you whimper while you wait,
for me to save you?
Or will you make me?
You gotta' make me.