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Can I make due for now, a promise?
My wishing words, always go your will.
Simple solutions, seem so senseless.
You muttle through presents only to find a blur.

You cry out to the open air "what do you for me?"
You want now but you think you're not heard
You cry out to the air "what do you have for me?"
You want answers now but you think not heard

Malfunction, a of you
again, buddy, God doesn't make junk.
You know I can't blame you for your terrible errors,
More people you thank you'll ever know.

You cry out to the open air "why I go on, Lord?"
You answe