Wasted Year

Wasted years pardon the seasons of the sun
Sink the eight ball wish a good day and goodbye
Tainted charm boxed in the sweetest folded mess
Had a good day missing out on feeling numb
Tails of the human condition
Got me shaking all over now
Tortured by the tracks of my skin
Held up and patted down
Told of territorial bindings
Churned up by the slightest touch of mean
The letters of those weary eyes
Beat down on the weakest mind
The killer awoke inside the west
He traveled to my place to rest
Struck by the echoing men
Repeating what they’ve been told
Easy times and fragile skin
She said as he fell into line
Goodbye all you simple fools
I’m heading east farewell
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