waiting on a door to open
waiting for a window to see
that i'm just standing here
trying so hard to disbelieve
living the lonely process
of me destroying me
yet i keep standing here
trying to be what i need
don't tie my hands together
or leave me alone to fate
i might pretend i'm sleeping
but my heart is wide awake
and there's a wide wide world
that feels most suffocating
when you watch it from a box
upon the lonely air you're breathing
there's a fiction understood
an illusion so profane
assented by necessity
to get through another day
it binds me ever tightly
and there is no abating
these feelings of desperation
and all that keeps me waiting
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