When's My Turn?

[Verse]
Rain taps the glass, my reflection split in two,
Heart heavy, dragging, what’s a soul supposed to do?
Lost in the shadows, where the cold winds churn,
Staring at the clock, asking when's my turn.
Fingers trace scars, stories carved in my skin,
I keep the pain locked, but it leaks from within.
[Prechorus]
Every candle burned, still the room stays dark,
Every prayer whispered, no reply, no spark.
[Chorus]
When's my turn? When’s my time to feel the sun?
Every race I run, I’m the only one undone.
Love’s a song I hum, but the lyrics never learn,
Tell me, tell me—when’s my turn?
[Verse 2]
Empty bed, cold sheets, dreams crumbled like ash,
Love’s a currency I can’t seem to stash.
I’m rich in the ache, broke in the bliss,
I send up my wishes, but they sink in the abyss.
Friends say “be patient,” but patience don’t heal,
Loneliness cuts sharper than the sharpest steel.
[Bridge]
I’m a cracked vase, leaking every drop of hope,
Climbing up a mountain, with a frayed, worn rope.
Voices in my head sing a gospel of despair,
Violin cries, cello moans, floating in the air.
[Chorus]
When's my turn? When’s my time to feel the sun?
Every race I run, I’m the only one undone.
Love’s a song I hum, but the lyrics never learn,
Tell me, tell me—when’s my turn?

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