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.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
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.
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