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I spent my wasted last few years getting wasted.

Couldnt afford the good **** let alone somthing to chase with.

I chased after people that i could never come to face with.

 

When i look in the mirror i see what ive been running from.

 

The thought of Turning into somthing that means nothing to anyone.

 

A brainwashed generation taught money is the key,

 

but i prefer not to sacrifice my life to lies made by people who dont give a **** about me.

 

I watched my mother and father

Start wars over money but no one won,

 

You see, money doesnt mean **** when you realize how lonely you've become.

 

Ive wasted all these years on cheap ***** and ****** smokes,

 

An ive never felt so content to waste my years being broke.

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May 7, 2014
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