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It's been a while, And though the moment's getting closer every day, It's still the same. I tap my feet, I grit my teeth, I drum my fingers on the pane, Please let me play. Why should I listen when it's easier to shout, When coffee doesn't speed me up, And weed don't slow mw down. The thought becomes a word, You say the word aloud. The word becomes a now. The could becomes a should. The would becomes a will. I must have patience if patience is a virtue. I can't stand waiting thought waiting doesn't hurt you. The thought of unfulfilled potential drives me mad. I can't stand losing thinking what I could have had. Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll and it gets harder to explain, If I slow down. Pushing forward with the beat in my head, But the pace feels awkward, Feel the driving motivation of restraint. My politics in mind, they're changing all the time. I have to redefine. Regardless of my fate, there's one thing I don't rate. I must have patience if patience is a virtue. I can't stand waiting thought waiting doesn't hurt you. The thought of unfulfilled potential drives me mad. I can't stand losing thinking what I could have had. I'll never pause again, until the very end, In all the time I spend. I'll see you on the line. I've been there all the time. I must have patience if patience is a virtue. I can't stand waiting thought waiting doesn't hurt you. The thought of unfulfilled potential drives me mad. I can't stand losing thinking what I could have had. |