Wasted Life - Hinder

Here I go, again

There’s my phone, again

My head’s pounding

I’m coming down from another round out on the town again

Hand on the clock, ticking

The hotel room, spinning

There’s a guy on a cross hanging up on the walls

Saying it’s my fault, the devil’s grinning

Same shit, every day

Set in my ways

I’m out of control again

Like someone cut the brakes

Burning all of my time

You’re asking why?

But I’m not listening cause it’s my wasted life

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

Dead-end job, fuck it

My asshole boss can suck it

Cause it ain’t worth all the pennies I’ve earned

Just another drop in the bucket

Same shit, every day

Set in my ways

I’m out of control again

Like someone cut the brakes

Burning all of my time

You’re asking why?

But I’m not listening cause it’s my wasted life

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

Same shit, every day

Set in my ways

I’m out of control again…

Burning all of my time

You’re asking why?

But I’m not listening cause it’s my wasted life

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

It’s my way…

It’s my, it’s my wasted life

It’s my, it’s my wasted life

It’s my, it’s my wasted life