The Best Is Yet To Come
Another sleepless night thinking, just thinking
An empty gaze to you, no breathing or blinking
There's something about you; I just can't shake it
Your beautiful eyes or the happiness you emit
She sits up at night waiting for him to come home
But he's sitting at the bar are alone
Complaining about how unfair his life is
No sports car, and that promotion should've been his
Sick Of It All
All the hate raining down on you
People always putting you down, who knew?
Making comments like 'You're gay' or 'Nice weight'
Why can't we all just be kind
The boat has sprung a leak
The naive sailor proclaims 'We aren't weak! '
But the wise captain seeks more teak
In other to make a small tweek
No More Waiting
Countless days passed and I just waited
As my dream of us keeps getting more and more faded
I can't let this happen; no, not this time
The mountain is in front of me and I'm ready to climb