Wasted

Stabbing Westward – Wasted
Yes, I know, lyrics again, but this song has always fit me perfectly.    I’ve always connected most to Stabbing Westward’s music, and this particular song . . well, it’s me.   I recently dug it back up and started listening to it over and over again.   It helps.   Why you might wonder?   Well, I can’t really explain that.    Music is just a big part of me, so without further ado, here we are.

I’ve spent,

My life,

Running from the emptiness that holds me.

And I’ve spent my whole life,

Trying to fuck the loneliness away.

And I die inside,

When I think of all the people I have damaged.

And I’m tired,

So tired.

But there’s no one else except myself to blame.

My life’s been wasted,

Everything is gone.

My life’s been wasted.

Now I am all alone.

My life’s been wasted.

There is no one left.

My life’s been wasted.

It’s time I face myself.

And I’ve spent my life,

Trapped inside a cycle of self-destruction.

And I’ve spent my whole life,

Trying to numb the pain inside my soul.

Tonight,

I cried when I realized I fought this war with no one but me.

Now I’m tired,

I’m so fucking tired,

But I find a way to keep my faith alive.

My life’s been wasted,

And everything is gone.

My life’s been wasted,

And I am all alone.

My life’s been wasted,

There is no one left.

My life’s been wasted,

It’s time I faced myself.

But when I reached the end,

Will anything I’ve done mean anything?

And when I reach the end,

Will anything I’ve done mean anything?

My life’s been wasted,

And everything is gone.

My life’s been wasted,

And I am all alone.

My life’s been wasted,

There is simply no one left.

My  life’s been wasted,

My life’s been wasted.

My life’s been wasted.

My life’s been wasted.

My life’s been wasted,

It’s time I faced myself.