Wasted Life

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    Wasted Life
    Wasted life, oh wasted life
    to God I pray for thee
    always in strife, always in strife
    oh won't you please pity me

    Wasted life, oh wasted life
    the things I will not be
    with this knife, with this knife
    float away I am free

    Tormented soul, oh tormented soul
    the devil waits patiently
    feeling dull, feeling dull
    oh so hollow and empty

    Tormented soul, oh tormented soul
    what is this melancholy
    never whole, never whole
    lost in that bottomless sea

    Broken heart, oh broken heart
    needs a new battery
    just won't start, just won't start
    no longer is there a key

    Broken heart, oh broken heart
    its conclusion is weary
    torn apart, torn apart
    this burden I always carry

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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