Текст: Lovebugs. Anticipation.

She sits alone
In her fantasy
Her lover she
Can never touch
Just a black rose
In a basement
She's looking
Lookin for a crutch

Running up and down the stairs
In anticipation
Missing days and didn't mind
In anticipation
Anticipation


So many stare
At her insecure
Is it no secret
Anymore?
Running up and down the stairs
In anticipation
Missing days and didn't mind
In anticipation
Anticipation