So many wasted daysCome and go like ocean wavesit hits me like a freight trainAnd now I can't get off my faceHow could I have been so polite to simply let them dieWho am I to spread my fingers after God has filled my handsWatching the moments slip through like desert sandRespect her ignoranceJust in case she takes offensethe darkness that's killing herWell that is just not my concernHow could I have been so polite to simply let them dieWho am I to spread my fingers after God has filled my handsWatching the moments slip through like desert sand
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