Waste: Just one of those nights
I just want to go far away because this no longer feels like home
Sometimes I think would they feel different if a bullet went through my dome
And my body was buried deep beneath the earth
Would they even notice I had disappeared
Sometimes I feel like the waste of air you make me out to be
I just don’t know what to do about you
One moment your so proud
The next you yelling about how you wish I would just quit
When it comes to this fight between you and my gift
I lose every time
Sometimes I just feel like a waste
Sometimes I feel like this home is just a old place
That I use to feel comfort in
Now it just brings so much pain
If these walls could talk it’ll tell you about all the nights I cried
All the times I had a triple threat match between me, my regrets and my knife
Sometimes I feel like a waste