Waiting for the rain to come.
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for happiness,
waiting for fun.
Waiting for the boredom to pass,
whilst laying upon the grass,
waiting for my love,
waiting to feel the beating of my heart, when you come.
Waiting to look into your eyes,
waiting to be mesmerised,
waiting for you the one I love,
and whilst waiting time, never seems to run,
time never seems to run fast enough,
and whilst I sit here waiting for you,
waiting for time to pass,
I wish that I could kill time with a gun,
but I know it is impossible,
and time always has the last laugh.
