Wasting Paper
Sometimes I wish I was someone else
No one out there has my back
Most of the time I don't really care
Pondering were I go from here
Stick to what I know till it's over
A final push to the last stand
It's painfully simple but no one can see
What the present has in store for me.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2016
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