Wasting My Life

Thinking back of all the things I've missed. Seeing those images in my mind about the things I've done.

Having the feeling of passing away, drowing, sorrowing, in my own puddle of tears. Screaming at my parents, never giving up.

I was just wasting my life living in a dump. If I had a chance to change my past, it would change the world.

Of all the things I've done to people, hurt them, kissed them, all with the same me.

The time I realized what I was doing...I found it out, that all this time being locked up in my room, hiding all of the evidence.

All this time..Wasting my life on useless junk. Seeing myself fall, fall, fall. Asking myself, just what to do..

Would you help me? With more but just you? If I could have one day, I didn't waste my life...I'd start telling the truth..And stop with the lies...