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WASTE MYSELF

Why do you think I
Waste myself
So many times

I can't stand the pain
This pain I feel
Pains of truths

Deep burning madness
Insecurity
Living hell

Yeah
I'm the lonely one
Waiting for that
Only one to phone

Yeah
After he harms me
Lets me
Tells me
It's all so wrong
A family, comes first
Love comes first
Clowns' come second
I'm just a dying clown

Are the tears for others
A useless ploy
For help
For love
For something to ease my pain
Pity
Pity poor boy
Crushing my heart to
Ease their pain

Why do you think I
Waste myself
So many times

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