Il testo della Waste

This is my diary of broken dreams,
A monument over me,
Page after page twists my mind with grief

What i should but never did,
How could i ever be so wrong?
Crucified, upon an empty sandglass,
My life is gone, i am none,
Sentence to mediocraty,
Sentence by myself

Forgotten, forsaken,
Frustrated when nothing more remains
Forgotten, forsaken,
Wasted, i am in vain

I had a life, i had a dream,
Places to go where i'd never been,
Visions so brutally ruined,
`cos i didn't dare to try

Forgotten, forsaken,
Frustrated when nothing more remains
Forgotten, forsaken,
Wasted, i am in vain
Am i in vain?

People spend thier life
Regretting the things they never did
All those times they turned away
Was yet another dream unfullfilled
What i should, i never did,
How could i be so wrong?
How could i be so wrong?
Was i ever right?