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Jul 2010
Im just Waisting my time
Turning for you on a dime

I'm sick of this, Im sick of you

All the lies
Selfish ******* goodbyes

I walked out the door

No turning back
Follow the tracks

Ignored the sound of the southbound train

Stop and stare
Sheet metal bare

The scream of a whistle sounds

Standing and doing nothing
Waiting for something

Life is just Getting dull

No one knows why
He felt he had to die

Lying across the tracks

The funeral is slow
When you're six feet below

Nothing you can do now

Stops at the casket
Looks down in the basket

A tear forms in her eye

This poor girl
Left all alone

He never knew about her

The love can't be
For she can see

The man is no longer alive

Cause were all dead inside
We all can't deny

What is real, the pain I feel
©Bruno Joseph Orsi
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Bruno Joseph Orsi
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