What a waste

i always wondered
why we try so hard to stay alive
for me
it was a bittersweet victory
what a waste to keep fighting
when you've already given up

once in a lifetime means
there's no second chance
to own the dancefloor means
there's enough room to dance
what a waste to keep loving me
when i've already broken your heart

i tend to run
you should know that by now
and i don't understand
why you always trusted me
what a waste to keep waiting
when i'm already gone

i don't like it when people touch me
still that's all they do
and i hate the kind of attention i get
but i'm still standing in the spotlight
what a waste to keep looking
when i've already made you blind