I am in a state of mine
where loving just a waste of time
and if poem are a waste of rhyme
them my selfish heart falls right in line
and if soul is just a waste of self
then wholl be my selfish souls help
and since feeling is a waste of numb
and bread is just a waste of crumb
then wholl be here for me
and once a wise i told me this
i cant put a new face on the same old selfishness
or lonliness
but whats the difference
were all just in a state of mine
where lovings just a waste of time
and poem are a waste of rhyme
and yours is just a waste of mine
and breathing is a waste of choke
then being here is just a joke
and if laughings just a waste of breath
then livings just a waste of death