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.