January 8, 2011
I’m a waiter
I sit there waiting at your table
Waiting for you to say something
I spend my whole life waiting
Waiting for people to make up their minds and chose what they want
Or waiting for people to say somethings wrong with their food
Waiting gets boring
Waiting for you, my love, is the worst kind

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