23/11/05

Why can't you act right and not waste my time?
I've given you chances, but you're crossing the line.
My patience wears thin, as the hours slip away,
I'm the victim of wasted time, it's my price to pay.

Each minute you take, it's piece of my soul,
I yearn for your presence, but you're out of control.
My days are slipping, and I'm left in the dark,
The victim of wasted time, with heavy heart. 

I wait and I hope, for a change in your way's,
But you're a relentless thief, stealing my days.
In this cycle of longing, I'm caught in the bind,
The victim of wasted time, with a troubled mind.