Wasting time,
writing these stupid love songs.
Freezing time,
to keep myself from moving on.
Wondering,
if what I'm doing is right.
Pondering,
if I have the strength to fight.

Sometimes I waste my time,
trying to freeze time,
wondering if my pondering,
is any use at all.

So tell me if you like me,
or if you hate me,
I'm fine with either way you think of me.

I don't know what is,
that makes me feel like this,
but maybe it's the way you stroke my hair,
or the mask you put on when you pretend to care.

So continue to waste my time,
let me beg to freeze what's mine,
and keep me wondering into the night,
still pondering if you're Mr. Right.