I am very impatient and I hate sticking around.
I'll spend hours laying on the grass and think if what I did was something to be proud of or something I should regret. Don't make me regret it. Please. I don't care how long it'll take me. I'll chase shadows down the streets if I have to. Don't let me wait under the moon for nothing.
I'll be waiting but remember, I'm impatient.
What am I suppose to do.
I'll be waiting but remember, I'm impatient.
What am I suppose to do.
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