Waste of to be
Waste of to be Cloudy by illusionary kindness Life is very pixeled The square doesn’t fit in the self-centered shape circle Breath the heart works Everyone was supposed to be hush hush It really doesn’t matter, a kind of words of really oh please Played like the next app A fool is always the hack and sack for others enjoyment The fool also wishes the best for knowing unwanted to be around wastes souls With lines of if, and should off While pixels paint the real picture Kindness of friendship, a saying for a human door mat Waste of a mirror reflection Down in the pits inside while keeping others from the dive Doing a dance of what is it for only to be forgotten again and again Hands reach to be pushed away even helped to put down further at times All laugh and keep the false words handy In this world Waste of to be