The Last day to confess…

I sit here in an empty room, waiting for things to come my way but the days pass with nothing but dreams fading with the reruns on my television and the telephone never rings. I stare at the walls, but they never tell me anything and the wind blows outside my window, the clock ticking away just to say I’m already too late to change my life. I could have been more than a wannabe, had my eyes on the prize but then I went and threw it all away.


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