A Waste of Three Good Years
By Elizabeta
December 30, 2000
Now I'm going to be honest
about the truth
Looking back, all I see is a vast wasteland
Filled with nothing but sand and whithered plants
How could I have been so blind?
Taken in by a big lie
I don't know why
Musta been something in the beef
What was I thinking?
Those thoughts in my head, the stuff that I said,
Unfamiliar. Perhaps,
Subliminal messages on the telly
Tried to find someone to blame but there is no one
It's all my fault, where I am today
Got off the track someway
and now I'm trying to find my way
Oh, please help me not to make a mistake like this again.
Help me not to waste another three years.