Wasted Life
He Don’t go outside he’s got too much fear
He’s brain is fried from weed and Gear
He’s got no kids and hes got no wife,
he’s got no friends he’s got no life
He’s got trippy tunes running round he’s mind
The things he’s lost he’will never find
He’s 25 but he looks real old
He’s skin grey and he’s hands are cold
There’s a shadow running through he’s days
No purple heart just purple haze
He can’t change he’s ways can’t win the fight
He knows it’s wrong but it feels so right
He can’t find cure he can’t break the spell
He’s passenger on a train to hell
He’s no good to the world he’s lost he’s way
He’s a burden on society
No respect and no concern
When he walks by the heads will turn
He’s bodys thin his skin is grey
He looks like he won’t last the day
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Copyright © David Ashby | Year Posted 2024
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