I wanna know the “what will be,”
‘cause I am tired of the “what is”;
I wanna see the best of me
I could no longer live like this
I wanna know the future “us”
‘cause I’d still love to see you there;
I wanna let go of the bitter past,
The things that I could no longer bear
Sick of the present,
Tired of what had been;
Scared of what will happen,
Of what I have not yet seen —
Ironic, isn’t it?
To want what you fear;
To be someone different,
To be anywhere else, but here.
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