Wasting Away
All
our
lives
are
just
wasting
away.
Time
goes
by
day
after
day.
Everything
is
changing
but
things
seem
to
stand
still.
Everyone
is
drifting.
They're
out
for
a
thrill.
Saving
the
best
for
the
last,
but
not yet.
We think we know everything.
But we don't, I bet.
Problems
are
mending,
Years
go
by.
They
are
gone-
Now
it's
my
turn
to
die.
Don't worry. You'll get your turn. Sooner or later, You're out to burned.
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