Wasted
She's so gone, she ain't alone
This fucked up dream
She'll live it 'till she's cold
And all her friends would be the same
If only they could play the game
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
What a fucking mess, her torn black dress
But she's standing tall
Trying to impress
He doesn't know that she fakes it though
Leaves him with a blanked out stare
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Wasted
Wasted
Wasted
Wasted
This fucked up dream
She'll live it 'till she's cold
And all her friends would be the same
If only they could play the game
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
What a fucking mess, her torn black dress
But she's standing tall
Trying to impress
He doesn't know that she fakes it though
Leaves him with a blanked out stare
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Yeah, wasted
Wasted
Wasted
Wasted
Wasted
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Writer(s): Daniel Hiley
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