Waste, waste I need some space
I'm trapped in a mental phase
I hear my brother talking
Which helps drown out the pain
Waste, waste I need some space
Two lines and I feel okay
I hear my brother talking
And I know I'll be okay
Waste, waste I need some space
I'm trapped in a mental phase
I hear my brother talking
Which helps me see my fate
Waste, waste I need some space
Two lines and I feel okay
I hear my brother talking
And I know I'll be okay
There's enigmatic dangers
And enigmatic strangers
I'll read and read up more
Until I run out of pages
I just don't get it
I don't get it
You seem to hate me but I
Word it the best I could
I don't know how to say it
Or if I even should
I don't get it
I don't get it