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Wasted
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Me Time passes and I don't know it
No clue of what my surroundings are
Lost, yet found
I see clouds all around me
No clue of what comes out of my mouth
No control
But, who cares?
I obviously don't
I'm wasted when I'm not
Dreaming when I'm awake
Awake when I'm dreaming
I'm talking to myself
Deep in conversation
It's all good, though
I don't care
very nice. very nice.