im sitting on the bench
waiting for you to come near
when are you coming near
feeling like to self-kill killing time,
killing you inside od my heart
so if you leave me,
so if i leave you now i think its all because
ive done too much waiting
and its made us smell boring
im looking through the glass
seeing your half twisted face
i thinking i know what you are asking
feeling like to self-kill killing time,
killing you inside of my heart
so if you leave me,
so if i leave you now i think its all because
ive done too much waiting
and its made us smell boring