Just one of these nights...
my face is pale, i donand't feel right.
my hands start to shake no matter what i do.
i smoke to many cigarettes, i call myself and idiot.
the tvand's tellinand' me nothing new.
Isolated, thatand's how i feel.
life these days feels so boring.
canand't nobody stop this conversation with myself,
and'cuz myself iand'm ignoring.
And iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting so many hours.
and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting...
This silence is killing me, you keep on disrespectinand' me!
why canand't i stop thinkinand' about the and'good timesand'?
what do i feel guilty for?
i suffer because i adore someone with somebody else on her mind.
Seperated, that is how i feel.
life these days feels so boring.
i stear at me telephone...
so many hours iand'm sittinand' here...
And iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting so many hours.
and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting for you...
and all the things i donand't want to hear,
all the things that you did again...
slept with somebody else, again!
(isolated conversation...)
And iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting so many hours.
and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting and iand'm waiting for you...
and all the things i donand't want to hear,
all the things that you did again...
slept with somebody else, again!
(somebody else again...)
