Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Don't know what to wish for anymore...

It's getting old, the same thing, over and over again.

Is it that weird to wish someone you don't even know if exists?

'Cause wishing someone real takes us nowhere.

And it feels like i'm walking in circles inside my head.

My nails are pink, and my hair is looking good in the ocean wind.

You can see my Ipod on the flor next to me...

And the book i'm reading.

I'm waiting for you to pass...But sand it's all I see.

There's so much going on in my head...

And the wrong lines are getting closer.

I guess my sense of humor is totally dead.

But somehow I gotta have it not to be mad.

I can't always be sitting, waiting, wishing...

Someday things will change.

For good? For bad?

Forever?

Things are not stable.

They are always in change.

We can't fight against that...

But I'm bored of waiting so much...

Let's have some fun.