Sore
Isarada
3:37Tick—tock goes the clock on the wall Each second an eternity, standing so tall My patience is wearing thin, a frayed, old thread Just endless moments filling my head Oh, this waiting is a drag, a heavy, silent tune Beneath an empty sky, or a dull afternoon My spirit sinks so low, a forgotten, weary sigh Just watching painted dry, beneath a vacant eye The world outside keeps spinning, a vibrant, busy hum While I'm stuck in neutral, feeling numb Conversations fade, plans turn to dust Just me and my thoughts, consumed by rust Oh, this waiting is a drag, a heavy, silent tune Beneath an empty sky, or a dull afternoon My spirit sinks so low, a forgotten, weary sigh Just watching painted dry, beneath a vacant eye I try to find distraction, a flicker, a spark But every path leads back to this endless dark A prisoner of moments, held by an unseen chain Just longing for a future, to break this pouring rain Oh, this waiting is a drag, a heavy, silent tune Beneath an empty sky, or a dull afternoon My spirit sinks so low, a forgotten, weary sigh Just watching painted dry, beneath a vacant eye Will it ever end? This torturous, slow pace? I just want to move forward, escape this empty space Boredom's a burden, a weight on my soul Please, let the waiting cease, make me whole