My watches are always hours off,
And if I believed in symbols; signs,
I'd say that meant something.
But it doesn't,
And I can't tell time anyway.
All I know is that every second
Is another second of waiting
For something to happen.
I think I'm supposed to meet someone soon,
Someone who's to change my life
For better or worse.
I might've already met him,
And he just hasn't realized, yet, that I'm the one
He's been looking forward to.
I want to be someone's breath of fresh air,
An ear to all their troubles
But I can't get my mouth to speak to people.
I'm so afraid the horrors of the past 19 years
Will leak out
And ruin everything again.