Wasted
I'm a wasted boy, I used to be full of love and joy
My misery did destroy me in several ways, I've displaced
I'm a wasted boy, I used to be everyone's fucking toy
My distress brings me down, down on the ground
I'm a castaway clown
Blurry ghosts around my head make me feel I am behind
Make me feel so sad
Isolated lonely broken-hearted
You will get when you think way too much
Well you should let go, your thoughts
Well now you should show, your heart
Go take your firearms and shoot your bad luck down
Quit your home, quit your family, quit your friends, quit that misery
(Ooh)
I'm a wasted man, I always had a life master plan
My troubles took me out
Oh, I called for love so loud
I'm a wasted man, I always felt like a trash can
My problems drag me down, down under the ground
I'm a castaway clown
Well you should let go, your thoughts
Well now you should show, your heart
Go take your firearms and shoot your bad luck down
Quit your home, quit your family, quit your friends, quit that misery
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
Well you should let go, your thoughts
Well now you should show, your heart
(Ooh) go take your firearms and shoot your bad luck down
My misery did destroy me in several ways, I've displaced
I'm a wasted boy, I used to be everyone's fucking toy
My distress brings me down, down on the ground
I'm a castaway clown
Blurry ghosts around my head make me feel I am behind
Make me feel so sad
Isolated lonely broken-hearted
You will get when you think way too much
Well you should let go, your thoughts
Well now you should show, your heart
Go take your firearms and shoot your bad luck down
Quit your home, quit your family, quit your friends, quit that misery
(Ooh)
I'm a wasted man, I always had a life master plan
My troubles took me out
Oh, I called for love so loud
I'm a wasted man, I always felt like a trash can
My problems drag me down, down under the ground
I'm a castaway clown
Well you should let go, your thoughts
Well now you should show, your heart
Go take your firearms and shoot your bad luck down
Quit your home, quit your family, quit your friends, quit that misery
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
Well you should let go, your thoughts
Well now you should show, your heart
(Ooh) go take your firearms and shoot your bad luck down
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Writer(s): Henrik Steigerwald
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