Wasted Soul
These last few weeks have been so tough; the past six years have been so rough.
I don’t know, I try to understand, but this life I live I shall never get.
Wasted years, filled with disturbing tears; wasted days filled with laughter, but who is
there to care?
Dreams and goals for years to come, though for some reason I see none, no dreams in my
future, no goals in my life.
And so I sit her in the dark wishing things were better.
Though I only see them getting worse.
What to do? I don’t know. What to think? Don’t ask me.
What to dream, where to go; nowhere is my answer.
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