Verse 1:

My life has turned in to a tornado,

I swirl in to a monster when you least expect it,

I want to run,

I cry in a hole thinking about all the bad I have done,

I want to run,

but how can I when my feet can not actully move,

I am hyperventilating to my cry,

My personal jungle gym,

I sigh in a world of lie,

It will be alright cease the day I can scrape all the black coal off my soul, 

I lease the day when I can write in pure day light when my soul is still a plain slate,

I can escape to my smart, pretty, talented keeper of sake,

I guess I will just have to wait,

I wish my anxiety would attach from my brain and crumble under an earthquake,

Lots of studying and confirming will not do.

Chorus:

I guess I will just have to wait.