Waste of Love

Sometimes I feel like

I'm a waste of life

A waste of time

A waste of love

I'm caught up in a

Predetermined role

It's a waste of heart

It's a waste of soul



You've gotta move on

You've gotta keep on ridin'

You've gotta shoot low

You've gotta keep abiding



Sometimes I feel like

I'm a cursed man

A living ghost

With empty hands

It doesn't matter

What I say or do

Truth or lie

There's no reply



Sometimes I feel like

There's a thorn inside

Whenever I laugh

Whenever I cry

happiness or sadness

Matters not to me

Whatever thrill

Makes the kill



You've gotta move on

You've gotta keep on ridin'

You've gotta shoot low

You've gotta keep abiding