Waste
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Waste
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It's as if I believe the more that I squeeze
This pillow between my thighs
the more likely the chance
I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive
I share my bed with a bad brain spilt ash
And cum stains almost every night
Please find me a drug to replace
The love that is slowly leaving my life
You know you're wasting away, wasting your days
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Crywank performs "Waste", and this lyric page sits inside the Crywank catalog on LyroVerse.
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