Wasted
Wasted (11/2/2005)
I think I want to call you but I don’t know what to say
A million god damn words that won’t seem to bend my way
And as I try to strain, the coureageousness will fade
So, I’ll lay down in my solitude, inside my mental space
Deep inside my brain where I’ll think of what I crave
The whisper of your voice or the smile upon your face
But I think I’ve lost the race to the nervousness and shaking
I feel it in my veins as my inner walls are quaking
The collectiveness I’m faking is waning in the spotlight
Your beauty shakes me up until everything is not right
I try to think I got my inner bearings all together
But the bonding is so weak that it could barely hold a feather
So, now, I’ll punch myself for the stupidiness inside me
The fucking god damn fears that always fucking guide me
No happiness inside me cause every time life tries me
I screw it all right up and use these rhyming words to hide me
And I bet if you could find me, you’d break out into laughter
Pity for the guy who failed to get what he was after
The fear, just like a cancer, quickly eating at his spirit
His voice is slowly fading ’til the moment you won’t hear it
Look at these stupid words, pathetic man inside the mirror
When I think I can’t get worse, the reflection comes in clearer
Exposing all the facts about the loser with no passion
To scared to make a move to obtain some satisfaction
So, here we go, just cash in, and bet upon his failings
How long before I fall off this ever thinning railing?
With chances highly sailing like the hopes that never will
I’m a fucking wasted loser who can’t help but to stand still
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