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Wasted Away

Wasted time, wasted breath.
And for what? There's nothing left.
The tears have gone from blood-shot eyes,
my heart was spent on all your lies.

Please explain to me just this,
why the hell did you dismiss
every thought that crossed my mind?
What you heard could have saved my life.

Pillows bleed out what was bled
from the hole now in my head.
Uttered words hang in the air
never heard, forever dead.

Salty drops flow from your eyes
as they stare toward the blue sky.
The priest, he lays down his last word,
but through your sobs, it goes unheard.

Your shaking hand touches my face
as you whisper,"rest in peace."
Now in my grave, I lay dead
in my new dirt-covered bed.

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