While he's fighting his Beast, I am fighting my Beach Boys, And I don't know what to say Other than, "Are you okay?" I'm biting my tongue And biding my time, hardcore. Not sure what I'm waiting for. While he's facing his Demons, I am facing myself in the mirror, Making myself strong enough To fight by his side. I am shaking on the bench, And I'm saving my Creator. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for.