Wasted

I can't write shit, I can't do anything, I know its too late to try to become someone else, And so I wait around for the day when I'll get far away from the things that make me useless, Everyone is talented, Trying things that will make sense, Just as long as they have to, Here I am accepting failure

He is beautiful and sweet, I am dead and obsolete, I could use another shower, And that song is in my head, Ripping off what love I can, I thought you might be thinking good things, Soon you have to forget me, I am stupid as can be, Then again I have my reelings, I am always so impressed, A useless talent I confess is all I have, Inspecting me and getting nothing

In the end its trivial, Your true love waits for you you know, It is not me, I have no offerings, I will dream I am alive, You will be and then you'll die, I cannot be but uninspiring, So forget I had a chance to be someone else, Forget you ever met me, Forget I cannot really sing, I like to think I have had good times, And that is all that I will have, It is too late but thats not bad, We never could have loved the same things