Overture کے بول

It's a quarter past four in the evening I'm waiting on those inspired feelings And its half past five I need to feel alive I wish I never had to try Don't want to be This passerby And all I need is all I wanted So I sit here still All alone Move in for the kill My motto: too late for sorrow These lines are nothing to be borrowed Put it down I'll finish it tomorrow I'm done wasting rhymes