watching them leave, taking off from here
hearing them go, the stories they share
i wonder here, when will it be my turn
dont leave me here all alone, sometimes it easier to wait
and hope that somehow you'll be picked up
someone give me that courage to wait it out
to ask you out.
what does it take to belive, there's so much more to this
that at the end of it all, this time wont really matter as much
i watch them go, watch you go, i feel so left behind
these wings are ready, push me, let go of me
i'll fly for all to see
im ready, yes i'll be.
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