Waste our love

Sometimes I feel like
I'm a waste of life
a waste of time
a waste of love
I'm caught up in a
predetermined role
It's a waste of heart
it's a waste of soul

You've gotta move on
you've gotta keep on ridin'
you've gotta shoot low
you've gotta keep abiding

Sometimes I feel like
I'm a cursed man
a living ghost
with empty hands
It doesn't matter
what I say or do
truth or lie
there's no reply

Sometimes I feel like
there's a thorn inside
whenever I laugh
whenever I cry
Happiness or sadness
matters not to me
whatever thrill
makes the kill