I sit here waiting.
I don't think you're gonna come,
that no one's coming.
I shouldn't even wait, should I?
I imagine I get up
and I come to get you
because you don't even find a way
to get here.
But I can't do that.
The room shuts me inside of it,
I can't get out and you can't get in.
All I can do is imagine that the door'd open
and that you're waiting for me at the gate.
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