Wasted Year -

Wasted years pardon the seasons of the sun

Sink the eight ball wish a good day and goodbye

Tainted charm boxed in the sweetest folded mess

Had a good day missing out on feeling numb

Tails of the human condition

Got me shaking all over now

Tortured by the tracks of my skin

Held up and patted down

Told of territorial bindings

Churned up by the slightest touch of mean

The letters of those weary eyes

Beat down on the weakest mind

The killer awoke inside the west

He traveled to my place to rest

Struck by the echoing men

Repeating what they’ve been told

Easy times and fragile skin

She said as he fell into line

Goodbye all you simple fools

I’m heading east farewell

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