I’ve wasted years of my life,
Wondering why no one wanted to stay by my side.
I’ve wasted years of my life,
Ignoring all the potential that I have and all the warning signs.
I’ve wasted years of my life,
Debating whether or not people even wanted me alive.
I’ve wasted years of my life,
Trying to decipher the difference between what’s considered wrong or right.

I’ve wasted years of my life,
Watching time make laps around my distressing figure,
Watched it going round and round in circles as my vision of the future became so unclear I,
Wished that I could grab it and shake it till it told me all of its dirty secrets.
Because if I want hope for happiness then that’s not a hefty price...