Waiting for September

Written By Francisco Cortes

I spent all my summer waiting for September

Never fully satisfied, I always wanted more

 

Wishing for a dream to which my urges could surrender

Searching for an alibi to justify my core

 

Every night I wasted on impressing and pretending

People that I’ll never see again until I die

 

Welcoming my weaknesses, I let my demons enter

I can’t help but sabotage myself another time

Francisco Cortes
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