I don't know why I waste my time

The same, always the same. Bitter words are all that remain of the dream that had taken you in, but all her words were dust in the wind. It's time to draw the line, to draw the fire. Why'd you never know the time to let go, the time to move aside, to let it slide? Say, what's that you say? Time to move on and you're in the way. Lets get to the end and not turn around. She built you up so she could knock you down. It's time to draw the line, to draw the fire. Why'd you never know the time to let go, the time to move aside, to let it slide? Friend, there's nothing there. You're clinging on to air. You're reaching back to something that you never had. It's time to draw the line, to draw the fire. Why'd you never know the time to let go, the time to move aside, to let it slide?