sitting here and waiting for
something, anything
i don't know anything anymore
you've got a grip on my happiness
like a puppeteer controlling the strings
so i'm begging you to please
don't leave me here like this
give me an answer
any sign
because waiting here in your hands
i don't know how much longer i can last
if only i knew where you stood
i could tell you where i stand
either we walk this together
or part ways now
i would rather know today
than find out much later
so please please let me find what i need
and make the choice
to cut or to run
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