Give me lots of time
I'll try to do my very best
I'll try to make myself relax
In time
For something to happen

This is one meaningless
Pulp
To you, isn't it?
Once upon a time
I'd have spoken up
Against these words
I choose to use.

Don't take me out the same way
You choose to leave,
It's all a matter of choice
And if I leave now,
There'll be so much left behind.