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How many times have you been used,
does anyone respond, anyone feel fond....of me,
how many times have close ones let you down,
did anyone really care, was everyone aware...of me drowning.

How many times have you ever felt alone,
need somewhere to feel safe, away from all the strafe...from love,
how many kids have thrown away all faith,
is anyone up there, hear me curse and hear me swear...from love.

Life is passing by, why even bother to try,
well whats another cry, when we will all die.

How many weeks have you just slept away,
is anyone this high, is everyone afraid...of me,
how many people have you wished you were,
has anyone truly loved me, does anyone truly know me.

Still life is passing me by, lay back and reach for the sky,
I kissed your neck, held your thigh, our tongues twist and untie.

I get high, i get lost,
no matter the debt or the cost, twice a day,
14 times a week, since this life began.

Oh bother, life is passing me by,
I waste a life by being alive,
I waste emotions on you when I cry,
hard to believe I survived.