Squander What Remainsmature
I'm stuck around in an endless cycle
Wasting away all of my hours
Hope is gone and all my money's lost
So it seems I'm devoid of any power
The skies are grey and I'm caught in the rain
The days go on, nothing numbs the pain
If only someone could answer my question
How the ^%$! do I end this endless depression
Born into a generation expecting no living
People growing up without identity
I'll squander my life going drinking
Maybe we'll tear down this falling city
The skies are grey and I'm caught in the rain
The days go on, nothing numbs the pain
If only someone could answer my question
How the @#^! do I end this endless depression
I want what they throw away
When they gambled everything in the golden days
Punishment for us, history rewinds and repeats
Punishment for us, so the masters can be saved
The skies are grey and I'm caught in the rain
The days go on, nothing numbs the pain
If only someone could answer my question
How the @@%$ do I end this endless depression
Nothing good will come of these years....
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Squander What Remains, which
was posted on Jan 28, 2011 by
Jee_Blue1875.
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"It's one man's view of how the current money woes of the world make his life mis..."
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Lyric, Philosophy / Moral, Simple Rhyme
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