That feeling when the sun sets
The knowing that you've wasted another day
That feeling of loss
The urge to cry
And you'll say that you will be productive
But then another day just passes you by

That feeling when the sun sets
The knowing that you've wasted another day
That sudden sadness that consumes you
The wishing for it back
And then you wish you could've done better
And you say you'll do better
But do you ever do better?

That feeling when the sun sets
When you know your life will end
And you'll say that you'll make your life count
But in the end, do you ever make it count?
Or is it just wasted?
Tell me, or is it just wasted?

You'll tell yourself and you'll scream and cry
"That I'll be better"
But are you ever?
"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next"
I'll make it count I promise!
But do you?
But do you make it count in the end?

Or is it just wasted?