Waiting

Waiting, waiting, all day long
Alone in bed on my back
‘Till the doctor comes along
I am feeling like a wreck

Please tell me please what is wrong
Why I’m feeling so down
I really thought I was strong
But now I’m feeling rundown

Like a train wreck passing by
Not yet certain of its faith
My body heaves a big sigh
Destined to be a grand wraith

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