The Waiting Room-I AM EMPIRE

A simple reflection of the lips In exchange for me on the asphalt I caught the eyes of miss perfection and lost control I tried so hard to watch it fall over Over and over again Hold fast ambulance What is fair? I want what I can’t have. Ambulance, incredible the sound of the sirens. The footsteps grow louder like the sound of the monitor Wait just a little longer Looking at bright lights Everything goes to black The nurse may have the cure But the blood on my shirt was not my own And here I stand, in the waiting room. [[Category:Christian_Rock]]

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