there is nothing here
nothing but waiting to burst
while soaking in drugs and beer
to rid me of a lifeless hurt
nothing but waiting
breathing away my everything
waiting and breaking
listening to my own screams
i truly hate to stay as waste
but now ive just decided to go numb
lose myself inside this place
of waiting for something to come
but nothing is drawing near me
no turning back the goddamned time
ive said all i can, im so sorry
but its just repeating another line
though its true, theres no heart
for its beaten with time and age
and with this dying day, this dying start
i turn to burn and waste another page
just another unwritten page
so gone to all a waste
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