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words and music by Nadia Ackerman and Rose Reiter

when will i see things the way you see

when will i love the skin I'm in

when will they quiet down the yelling

when will the peace and quiet begin


when will i wake up and feel rested

when will i fight no more myself

when will I resign surrender

stop longing for something else?


when when

when will the day be my day

when will nothing stop eating my time

when will I stop hiding

when will i own what is mine


when when

pouring water on my head

one step sideways dry instead

breaking into laughter

did they hear what I said?


when will my dark leave me behind

when will i care not to care

hanging onto holding for something

thats really not there

when do I break down this door

no longer need to pretend

 standing here and asking

when will the questions end?