Wastin time
I really feel
that I'm wastin my
precious time
writing words
that Noone needs
that I use to believe in
and I'm just lost
confused and cold
every second
getting old
and noone cares
about my pain I hold
here on Poemia
anymore
and when I look around
this town
Noone cares about me
anywhere around this carousel
everybody does
there own thing
meanwhile all of my tears
know my name
know my thoughts
grabbing my flame
but Noone cares about
me on Poemia anymore
and my reasons
are laying on this empty
floor
cause
Noone needs me anymore
nobody ever needs
me anymore
and I felt good
yeah I use to appreciate
the world
but now I'm wastin my tone wastin my precious words
©mrnothing
M