Is it all a waste, this life and everything in it?
When relationships speak of nothing but tears
And simple words easily misunderstood
Why is it that people who should matter the most, count the least?
What is it that keeps one going on?
Is it just the desire to live or lack of power to end it all?
Why it hurts, the way it hurts, why fear love so much?
Why is it easier to give presents than giving smiles?
And hoping against hope for a miracle to happen
When the heart is wound up in a knot
It hurts, yes, it hurts
It hurts when one is misunderstood
It hurts when love remains unrequited
It hurts and it all feels like a waste
It seems like a lot of words with meaning lost
A wind without a sense of direction
It seems like a waste
Ah, what a waste!
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