Every Day's a Waste
Every day's a waste.
I'd rather have just died.
I try to get though it.
Believe me, I've tried.
I am so tired of feeling
Like no one gives a shit
Not my friends or parents.
Im so done with it.
Every day's a waste
But I hide behind a smile
But when I'm in a mood
I shut down for a while.
I come home and sit
I can't wait to get out
Away from this place
My face stuck in a pout.
Every day's a waste
At least that's how I feel
A waste of life and breathe
Only time can heal.
I wish I could go
And show my true face
A girl stuck in faux
Don't worry; I have faith.
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