�Should I lead, should I lay low?If I ask you, will you even know?From the roof to the groundThese walls must come downIt all seems right, written on a pageI tell myself we'll be okayBut I can't chase away my doubtSo much left to figure outWaited mine, wasted timeThrough the haze, see what you willA broken glass that never spillsI know you think you've been set freeBut we are slaves to our beliefsWaited mine, wasted time�Waited mine, wasted timeWaited mine, gray and dry
