Words

[FaZedONE]

My words are wasted, on ears gone deaf, maybe thats how god sees me, like a waste of breath, the notes arranging the bass and treble cleff, my words go wasted, til there are none left. So why keep talking, i guess to keep myself sane, tired of plotting cant hold no picnics in the rain, wood is rotting, evil fungus scours the plane, the web we're caught in, to die to live again. Its a sin to be so apathetic, but why bother to fight when you can let it, wash over you, like a flood of change, if you were made to last, it still won't leave you strange. My eyes are blinded by too many lights, my hands binded can't tell my left from my right, when you this mixed up, you expect death every night. So i waste away waiting, for someone to listen, but my words are wasted, i guess im just *****in.