Wasting!

I'm wasting!
Wasting away
Staring at the ceiling
Flipping through the days

I'm wasting!
Wasting my time
They say it's my prime
It doesn't even feel mine

The devils got a forked tongue
A smokey black tar filled lung
My dad says I've been on one
But he don't know a thing

My friends they want apologies
To own all my atrocities
But I'll be needing one from me
Before my pride can sing

I'm wasting!
Wasting hot water
I can only form sentences
When sobbing in the shower

Wasting!
Wasting brain power
Remembering your visits
To the bottom of my tower

Wasting!
Wasting!
Wasted.

Wasting!
Wasting!
Wasted.



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Pawliw-fry
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