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Wasting my time

my precious time.

It’s been too long

way too long.

Running late

you’re always fucking late.

Always wasting my time

wasting my precious time.

Time is moving forward

but I am standing still.

I have no patience

but for you I will.

You’ve got me all dressed up

with no where to go

but where are you?

How the fuck should I know?

All I know is that when you do arrive

I’m going to tie you up and throw you down.

I’m going to make you beg.

I’m going to make you mine.

I’m going to give it to you so hard

that you won’t forget

so you won’t ever forget

that you’ve been wasting my time

wasting my precious time.