She sits alone
In her fantasy
Her lover she
Can never touch
Just a black rose
In a basement
Shes looking
Lookin for a crutch
Running up and down the stairs
In anticipation
Missing days and didnt mind
In anticipation
Anticipation
So many stare
At her insecure
Is it no secret
Anymore?
Running up and down the stairs
In anticipation
Missing days and didnt mind
In anticipation
Anticipation
