Wasted Days

Its 1 am, and i'm supposed to be doing my history reviews. About 5 minutes ago i got this weird beat stuck in my head, and all of a sudden i was on this page writing this new poem/song. Don't try to sing it on your own, cause you won't figure out the beat. I think i'm gonna call this song

Wasted Days (ba da ba da )

All my life i've been searching for the happy days.

All my life i've been searching for you.

Destiny, is a part of all the things you do

Don't turn away from me,

In time i know you'll see.

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I've been so lost

it hurts to realize i'm found

i think i'm souless

but i could just be feeling down

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Days are wasted, calling on you, its true

Time ticks by and i still don't have a clue.

Where do i go, i honestly can't say i know.

Everything i'll do, i'll do it for you

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Wasted days, sitting on my ass,

and smoking grass.

My whole life feels like such a fucking

sham

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Time is ticking

and you're still standing at my door.

I think i've seen enough of your face.

Leave me the hell alone,

because i think i'm fucking stoned

but really who's gonna care?

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Days are wasted, calling on you, its true
Time ticks by and i still don't have a clue

Where do i go, i honestly can't say i know.
Everything i'll do, i'll do it for you

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Bah ba, bah ba, ba da ba da ba da.

ps. i still can't get the spacing right, so it's probably gonna look kind of messed. i'll try to make it obvious where there's a new paragraph.