Wasting Away - InkSpot.Com
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| Used to think it obscene... to ponder being clean. Wasting away, a fiend - didn't know what free could mean. I sit and wonder why I spent my life so high - wasting dreams by and by - living a total lie. Lost friends and precious time; scheming a life of crime. Wasting turns on a dime - no reason to the rhyme. Turning my thoughts around - no longer I am bound. Wasting away I found a way to solid ground. |