So i'm sitting here sweating
whilst my body remains cold
and I'm thinking of how life I've wasted
As I float by doing as i'm told

But as soon as I speak
I'm knocked straight down

Green oozes out of her hair
it caresses my skin
she passes me the flowers
and my mind begins to spin

She says it's cherry
but it taste's like cigar
but still I sit there gazing

Define a waste of life?
is it one full of strife?
Where we sit and sit and sit and sit
and pick apart the fake reality
bit by bit?

we like control
and having no goal

Having a small youth

Bottle in hand
You can barely stand

One thing on your mind
Determined to seduce
But your options become scarce
Everyone can tell your loose

What is your suprise?

Wendy wendy, the ulltimate trendy
With her branded clothes
The girl that everyone loathes

She opens her mouth
But only to breathe
Words are not a commodity to her
Only her looks concieve

A man-made construction
Made for your pleasure
A man-made construction
Simply for leisure

The walls vibrate
The colours they change
I watch your bodies move
The concept is so strange

Scatterd along my paisley dress
Why did i come here?
I look a mess.

White dots light each area
Infusing our smiles
Like crocidiles we compete
As we grin along the nile

Having no direction
puts the present into perception
watching each day past
wondering how long this purgatory will last

Oh how I long for something more
for living has become a chore

Everybody is trying to survive
Trying to make there selves known,
Whilst I waste my time
Reoccuring the fact that i'm alone.

Alone in a town, where people lust
To be who you want