Waiting For The End
►Linkin Park Lyrics

This is not the end
The situation at hand is not the final outcome

This is not the beginning
The situation at hand is not the start of something new

Just a voice like a riot
A powerful voice that disrupts the norm

Rocking every revision
Shaking the very foundation of every standard

But you listen to the tone
The message conveyed through vocal expression

And the violent rhythm
The aggressive pattern of the music

And though the words sound steady
Despite the appearance of something stable

Something empty's within 'em
A feeling of hollowness accompanies them

We say, "yeah"
We express agreement or emotion

With fists flying up in the air
Exhibiting an act of rebellion or defiance

Like we're holding onto something
As if we have a grasp on something intangible

That's invisible there
That cannot be seen, but we feel it anyways

'Cause we're living at the mercy of
Because we exist in a state of submission to

The pain and the fear
Emotional distress and anxiety

Until we dead it, forget it
Continuing to cope until it fades or is neglected

Let it all disappear
Allowing it to vanish into the past

Waiting for the end to come
Anticipating the conclusion of a difficult situation

Wishing I had strength to stand
Desiring the ability to face challenges with confidence

This is not what I had planned
This outcome was not originally intended

It's out of my control
This circumstance is beyond my influence

Flying at the speed of light
Moving rapidly, without restraint

Thoughts were spinning in my head
My mind was racing with ideas and emotions

So many things were left unsaid
There were unspoken thoughts and feelings

It's hard to let you go
Releasing someone or something is difficult

I know what it takes to move on
I understand the effort needed to progress

I know how it feels to lie
I am familiar with the sensation of deception

All I wanna do
My sole desire is

Is trade this life for something new
To exchange my current existence for something different

Holding on to what I haven't got
Clutching onto something that does not exist

Sitting in an empty room
Being alone in a space that is devoid of substance

Trying to forget the past
Attempting to move forward from previous experiences

This was never meant to last
This was not intended to have longevity

I wish it wasn't so
I desire for it to be different

What was left when that fire was gone?
What remained after the passion had dissipated?

I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
I believed it to be correct, but it was mistaken

All caught up in the eye of the storm
Ensnared in the midst of a difficult situation

Tryna figure out what it's like moving on
Attempting to learn what is involved in progressing

And I don't even know what kind of things I've said
I am not even sure what I have expressed

My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
Despite speaking, I was not cognitively present

So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
Reassembling the fragments, where to start?

The hardest part of ending is starting again
The most difficult aspect of concluding is beginning anew