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Wasted

I could stare at the stars
a million beautiful lights
falling from the sky.
Nothing would make you see.

I could cry all night
a million bloody tears
crashing to the ground.
It still wouldn't bring you back.


I could write to you,
a million words
spilling my heart on lined paper.
It still wouldn't change the fact..
You're gone.



I could dream about you,
a million sweet memories
replaying in my mind.
It still wouldn't change anything.
You're just someone I miss.


I could carve your name into my skin,
a million screams wasted
blood spilling on the floor.
I still can't find you.



All of the things I've done to find my way back to you was wasted.



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