Now shes just a waster,

Now shes just a waster, letting it consume her as 20 becomes none

Theres an empty shelf, m heart drops and my eyes well up, this isn’t happening
Nothings real anymore, drop kick my soul and tell me that I Can hit the pause button,
Apprehension, fuck what happens now?
Its you call, wish some one would end this depression and let it all sag back into place
War paint and wasted tears, I dropped the ball and lost the slipper

Pissing my life straight up the wall as well as all my fucking money, will a new bag/skirt/tartan tights or a union jack to patch my jeans with drag me out of the fucking cavernous hole im bleeding into