How many times can I tell you I'm sorry before you turn me away
And how many worries am I supposed to bury before you tell me to stay
Cause isn't it a waste? Cause isn't it some freedom
Traveling fast to the source of my anger just waiting to pull at my soul
How many dreams can we put on the table before we all get too old
Cause isn't it a waste? Isn't it some freedom
Cause isn't it a waste? Isn't it some freedom