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I can't think of anything else to do
But to sit here and wait for you.

May the stars look down on me,
Let the pain slip away.

The moon peeks above the clouds to see,
How my life is going astray.

For many people around me think,
that life is full of mystery.
Sometimes they dont even blink
to solve their misery.

I for one does not care a bit
For the life that i own.
I just keep a cigarette lit

And blow smoke at my time forgone.

But not too long I realized
That a great deal i have sinned.
Feeling weak, feeling mesmerized
On the cross i am pinned.

So now empty space fill my heart

How i wish my life a pantomime
To wail the end rather than the start
Is my absolute prime.

And the only thing i did, that was a crime
Was stopping myself... stopping my time