Waste Of Skin

Waste of time
Waste of time again
Waste of life
And a waste of skin
Where is the comfort in being confused?
Where is the comfort not knowing what to do?
To my left is all i consider good
And to my right is what is wrong with me and you and all we do
I'm hardly right about anything
But i can tell by the look on your face
That i'm finally right about something.