Wasted . . .
All that time of yours I’ve wasted . . .
Can’t be taken back, given back . . .
I’m sorry for all of yours I’ve been a waste of . . .

Gob of flesh, thinned-out bones
Always stricken, always moans
All my problems, all my fears
Loneliness just brings the tears
I turn to you, though I shouldn’t
Something truer, I tried, I couldn’t
If I’m still communicating
Then I’m still too irritating
Why didn’t I ever think about you fine people?

Wasted . . .
All that time of yours I’ve wasted . . .
Can’t be taken back, given back . . .
I’m sorry for all of yours I’ve been a waste of . . .

Waking up from this drunk stupor
I see now, this is not newer
Same old story, I’m still alone
And now I’ve cut you to the bone
Took a chunk for me to hold
Took a chunk, and you I sold
Should I stay or should I go?
I’ll always be and always know
I’m still alone. I hope you don’t join me.

Wasted . . .
All that time of yours I’ve wasted . . .
Can’t be taken back, given back . . .
I’m sorry for all of yours I’ve been a waste of . . .

Whatever made me think I was anything like you?
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