Disappointed with all of the garbage in my head
I feel like wasted days again
Twenty four hours of dying flowers, unused powers, a comfortable coward, pretending to be weak, these days far from empowered, words and actions soured
Tell me, we’ll get them next time, we’ll get them tomorrow if we make it
Tell me, it’s alright, tell me I’m not wasting my life and time in a boring schedule until I die.
I feel like a used wrapper from wasted days
Blowing in the wind, litter in far from its proper place.