Killing Time

By Bucharest

On Bucharest

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I spend my days I spend my nights not doing anything

Waiting for time to pass in this space I'm in

I’m a waste of waste of skin

This doesn't mean a thing

This is killing time

Nothing is worth getting done

Because when it's done it’s gone away

And so it goes on

This is killing time

Everything bores me

Everyone ignores me

But I finally think it's ok

This is killing time