Standing in a darkened space, nI am told there is much time to wait.nStanding in an open room, nI’m in the corner,nBut I cannot get to you.nTiming is a funny thing, nSometimes you’re on,nSometimes you’re off just by a second, oh,nThe moment comes but are you too late? nYou feel it inside you are wasting it.nI’m a little rushed for time, but you’ve already started oh,nI can see you’re on your way,nBut I’m not on mine just yet.nnYou could just put me into that box,nYou could convince yourself I don’t care so much.nWell I do but I live with it and oh I learn,nThat maybe, yeh, maybe it’s just not my turn.nIt's not my turn.nnWatching dreams from up above they are not mine, nBut I know mine are good enough oh oh oh.nI hold my breath in a separate line and I hope you don’t notice coz’ I’ve got my pride, yeh.nI’m a little rushed for time, but you’ve already started oh.nI can see you’re on your way,nBut I’m not on mine just yet.nnYou could just put me into that box,nYou could convince yourself I don’t care so much,nWell I do but I live with it and oh I learn,nThat maybe, yeh, maybe it’s just not my turn.nIt's not my turn.nnYou could just put me into that box,nYou could convince yourself I don’t care so much,nWell I do but I live with it and oh I learn,nThat maybe, yeh, maybe it’s just not my turn.nNo it's not my turn.nSo I hold my breath,nSo I hold my breath,nSo I hold my breath,nHold my breath.nnWanna move away from the pressure, sllipping over me, nWanna ignore the feeling that I’m not where I’m supposed to be.nx3nnWanna move away from the pressure, sllipping over me, nWanna move away from the feeling that I’m not where I’m supposed to be.nx2nnWanna move away from the pressure, sllipping over me, nWanna move away from the feeling.nx2