Thoughts and inspiration are bursting through the seams.
Lack of motivation to follow up my dreams.


I sit alone, unsettled by the path that lies ahead.
Everybody's running, but I'd rather stay in bed.
I'm asleep.


I'm a waste of time, of your patience, of your care.
I'm a waste of good intentions, of your innocence, of love.

I'm a waste of your lips, of your body, of warmth.
I was a waste of your spirit, of your virginity, of love.