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My life is wasted.

I can't pretend any longer.

And I can't seem to fight this wave;

as it crashes over my soul

I am stretched across on the floor.



Gasping for air.

I won't be like her

And I won't try to be brave

Because that's all I've done and I'm in a hole

I am wasting away on this floor.



You're words are nothing

They seem to mellow out the sins

But they seem to cause me pain

And All I do is sit and wait and breathe

I am waiting for you on this floor



My life is wasted

You touch a spot that lives within

And I cry out and make you stop the rain

But when I cry out the wind carries the sound away

And I am left dying on the floor...