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Living up to nothing and for no one and for naught |
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Only moving fast enough to keep from getting caught |
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Hell is the horizon but the focus is the same |
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Play and turn a blind eye, circumstance will take the blame |
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Bills are piling higher and the stream is running dry |
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Wallowing in talent yet you're living in a sty |
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Cave walls closing in and all the voices are outside |
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Excuses and attrition and a failing sense of pride |
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Can't recall a thing that people helping you have said |
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Invested in, encouraged and then left to rot for dead |
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Waste |
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You've been wasted all this time |
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Waste |
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Entire adult life lived in |
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Slime and filth and atrophy, entropic disarray |
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Tools are close to hand yet opportunities decay |
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Bottom of the barrel and the staves are prison bars |
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Money is a trickle but the debts are like the stars |
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Waste |
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You're a waste of mother's care |
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Waste |
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Waste of precious space and air |
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Life is just a string of instances of deep regret |
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Dying old and unloved is an ever present threat |
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A line of dull occurrences and passing idly by |
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Continuing to breathe but not a soul can tell you why |
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Human history didn't need you, you weren't wanted and are dismissed |
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Waste |
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Walking waste of genes |
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A pillar of sloth |
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Without a reason to live |
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Waste |
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Just waiting to die |
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You're taking forever |
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Just to pass through the sieve |
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Just pass through the sieve |
