Faceless

Hands held deep within my mind
      Wearing the pockets out this time
       Pondering the ignorance held inside
        In the everything of nothing I find

        Wasted Time...Wasted Time...

        Obsessively scratching that itch not there
       Drawing blood from skin that's already red
      Slight look of indifference paints I don't care
     The first impression of the already dead

     Wasted Life...Wasted Life...

      Eyes cast down in a myopic trance
       Feet push forward in a frantic pace
        Already blew that one last chance
         Please don't look upon my face

         Wasted Time...Wasted Life...

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