Wasted wasted wasted and wasted more
With every passing hour wasting ever more
I am an old piece of woven cloth
Without a shine ever have wasted evermore
my threads are losening everyday
all my fears keep me away from me .. at bay
they live and i die
they make merry and i survive
Nothing, no one can make it alright
the lack is in me..in me ..in me..
watever should have been..is so not there
courage, will, desire and siblings..
Dreams dreams draining into lame lazy excuses!!
I am feeble, fragile and ready to fly
ready to fly ready to fly
everyday i want to fly
i will fly i will fly i will fly
far away i will fly to escape..to escape
to get rid of this painful lullaby..
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Trapped in a cage - its bars my own fears
Wasting in silence - these maggots of self piteous tears
Stop, watch and stare as they revel over my live, rotting carcass
Yes the lack is all mine
wasted, jaded, dreams are fools' snares
escape, escape, the only hope here, but how do i break the bars of my own fears?
The lullaby, a prelude to a slumber of ignorant denial
This bird flies in life after death, pain and tears
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