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Wasting Time


Why am I looking at the clock,
When I already know my time has run out?
How could it be that we let our thoughts,
Waste away in those seconds, tick tock?

So I let myself sit down here alone,
My hands are frozen but my heart reaches for my phone.
What would I make of myself by making that call?
Because we both know its far too late now.

Hey I'm sorry that I have wasted your time.
I know that wack idiots like me had no right.
I can see when I came in from the right, you moved to the left.
That you had no more thoughts of you and me left.

I'm sorry that I have wasted your time.
Because you're a million dollar bill, not a dime.
So this poor dude's wallet's empty now.
Just like his heart.
Ouch.

I'm sorry this boy had no right.
Because some other man had both sides.
I could only talk to you in the day,
While he held you in the night.

All the time you wasted on me.
All of the things that you could be.
All his wonders that you could've seen.
I'm sorry I'm just a beggar, not a king.

Wasting time is my niche,
I guess for that you can call me a bitch.
Because I'm unworthy for those beautiful eyes of yours.
Even when I knock, you don't have to open the door.

So we let our memories fade to dust.
Like sand through a broken hourglass.
So I can never see your beautiful face...
Wait wait wait! Were there even memories in the first place?




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