"Wasted" lyrics

"Wasted"

You never like surprises
You worry before tomorrow comes
You couldn't sleep at night
I know you wanted something more
You never seem to care for
But what you see is what you get
And now you know

I want to light the candle
I want to see it burn and glow
I want to hold it like a rock
I want to feel the weight below
Make it never ending
Before the fire dies

And how many times before you know
How many tries are wasted
I know you do anything to cope
I guess it's necessary
And how many times did you fall short
How many tries are wasted
How many tries are wasted

I want to feel established
They caught you empty handed
It's not the uphill climb you know
It's always making changes

But how many times before you know
How many tries are wasted
I know you'd do anything to cope
I guess it's necessary
But how many times did you fall short
How many tries are wasted
How many tries are wasted

But how many tries are wasted
How many tries are wasted

But how many times before you know
How many tries are wasted
I know you'd do anything to cope
I guess it's necessary
And how many times did you fall short
How many tries are wasted
How many tries are wasted


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