She was young and full of life
Now (alone) she sits
And passes time sitting
Waiting to get to the next level
People love you when you have...
He was strong and good looking
Now connected to what he calls life
Getting pushed around and helpless
Waiting to get to the next level
People love you when you have...
Even in marriage, thought to be right..is it?
After years of trying, not going anywhere
Still alone (in marriage) , no difference
Watching, waiting, moving ever so slow
Holding, fighting, love is lost in it's own glow
Living what it seems as a huge lie
Waiting, wondering, sweet freedom
When will it be my turn to die
People love you when you have...
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