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We hold on to memories
You hold on to time
But something is stealing me
Right out of your mind
You chose your enemies
You chose your friends
Wasted, wasted, wasted again

You hang on to what you were
You hang on to dreams
But something is pulling me
Apart at the seams
You cling to the wreckage but
You can't pretend
Wasted, wasted, wasted and then
You get wasted, wasted, wasted again

I don't want to be the one to worry you
And I don't want to be the one to carry you
And I don't want to be the one to bury you
'Cos you're wasted, wasted away

You're fresh out of something that
You still hold dear
You're fresh out of alibis
And you're fresh out of tears
Only one thing that bothers me
I hate it when
You get wasted, wasted, wasted again

I ain't gonna be the one that ferries you
And I ain't gonna be the one that marries you
And I sure don't want to be the one to bury you
Wasted, wasted

We all got our weaknesses
And we all make mistakes
And we all got those habits that
Are so hard to break
I hate to see your gift
Flushed down the drain
Wasted, wasted, wasted and then
You get wasted, wasted, wasted again

Wasted, wasted, wasted again