I don't give enough to take back what i own,
My stories are told out of broken homes,
I could be a bit better if i kill off this ghost i'm alone.
I blink from the inside and I won't tell anyone,
I know where to find it but I couldn't care at all,
I live like a ghost to keep me from talking,
do you notice where i'm at 'cus i couldn't care at all.
nowhere to hide nowhere to run to
when nobody listens
and i'm just a liar that's tired of trying
I'll pick myself apart 'cus i couldn't care at all.
(Sick I'm sick of waiting)
(Sick I'm sick of waiting)

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