Wasted Days and Sleepless Nights

400 days since I last saw your face it seems that time and dreams have become enemies The months have turned to wasted days and sleepless nights and looking back these dreams are all the same So what's the point in trying if I never really tried? And what's the point in lying if I've already died? These memories discarded long ago And now they've left me alone I've got no motivation Just this inebriation yeah Woah oh woah oh How many times could I be wrong So sick and tired for so long Woah oh woah oh It's 9 o'clock on Friday night and the TV looks the same I've got nothing, no one, 40 ounces to my name Last night I dreamt that you were here with me But 5 am came much to soon and stole you away So what's the point in trying if I've already tried? And what's the point in crying if I've already died? The rainy nights alone only remind me of home I've got no self respect I'm losing self control I've got no motivation Just this inebriation yeah Woah oh woah oh How many times could I be wrong So sick and tired for so long Woah oh woah oh I've got no motivation Just this inebriation yeah Woah oh woah oh How many times could I be wrong So sick and tired for so long Woah oh woah oh I've got no motivation Just this inebriation yeah Woah oh woah oh How many times could I be wrong So sick and tired for so long Woah oh woah oh