Blue sky's green grass,Fish types of trout and bass,Emotional waterworks run down my face,As clear as blue shiny Crystal lakes,Waisted time is all I am,Just like pink expired ham,Through the deeps of hell I see, I'm way past heavens pure gold keys,No one can save me from this pain Im feeling ,Even though I keep believing,
I always think of things to clear my pain .And never ever die in vain,Though I keep on trying,To always keep surviving,Waisted time is all I am, Even to the white soft sand, Should I keep on fighting, Or stop this pain from biting, I can't live with this much longer, Till the sunset slowly pounders.
