When will it be right to want what I want?

When will the world cease to stop me at all?

I don't think it's wrong to want what I do,

So why must I wait?                            
                                      Wait for the money?
Or for the timing?
                                      Or for that sweet day

When you finally free me and keep me?

For love can't be wrong when it's patient, but

I know not how much longer to be strong.

Or should I just take

                                    Myself out of it

And learn to make my dreams come true alone?

This is the question that keeps me at bay,

From either pulling or pushing away.