Time of the Wasteful
Sitting here thinking
wasting time
is that all I am?
holding back my tears
like you never held my hand.
Being stupid one more time
on another not to be mine
my tears go unshed
words that can't be unsaid
Splintered heart
that he's tearing apart
crying again
as I have since then
Can't ignore the pain
can't hide it's stain
it's already to late
just can't concentrate
On work or study
to you
am I no more
than a waste of time?
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