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

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

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