Little Friend Minor Threat

There are no words
For what I want to say
No description
For what I feel
It's a non-emotion
It's something gray
Way down
Inside of me

You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get

Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time

You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get