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Is It Really?
I’ve been waiting on a phone call
That I guess has already come
I’ve been waiting on a new friend
That I guess is already here
I’ve been waiting on a new life
That I guess is already done
I’ve been waiting on a high time
That I guess is already here
It’s the uncertainty that makes me
Question the reality of things
Or is it that I am just insecure
In believing that I am the one
That is in control of my life
Or do I just wish to say I
As many times as I possibly can
So that I become more than just me
But something of an icon that I
Just can’t live up to, until I become
A useless shell of what I is