Sat cross fingered
Waiting to be seen
Waiting to be condemned
Waiting to fall as I lean
In this moment I know too well
That in this hell I am to stay
So waiting I will be sat
Called to be taken away
In a room I will be sat
Condemning myself in truths
In that moment I will tell all
Tell the plain faced man who I am
Staring at me glazed eyes too tired
He's the wolf to slaughter a lamb
Staring back at him all emotions on show
To stay, to go, run far far away
Crippled in fear I sit scared of this
I'm called
Called forward into room three
Is this the future Or present situation?
Or is this the ending of me
Dr is ready to see you Miss
Are you ready for the condemnation?
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