When will it be my turn to have you.
When will you give me time and support me in my troubles.
When is it my turn to love you and you love me.
I sit at the stoop like a child waiting for the ice cream truck to arrive and it never comes.
I am like a teen in a small town dreaming to get away.
I am like a  wife that is with an abusive husband and plans day by day how to get away.
I am like a young girl dreaming away her afternoon.
When will it be my turn to have you.
When will you give me time and support me in my troubles.
When is it my turn  to love you and you love me.
Don't your family knows that you must live your life and part of it is with me.