i don't like this feeling at all.

nope, not a single bit of it.

the question comes with the fatigue

and prayerfully, goes with the sleep

and it is making me rather sick.

when will it be my turn? it echoes on

i try to respond and provide an answer

but fact is, even if it finally is my turn,

i don't want it. i'm sick of it.

it is nobody's fault. no, not you; not even me.

cause it's a feeling i always get,

and for what reason i'm still left wondering.

but one thing remains true:

i wonder how life would be like with you.