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 **** off this ghost
I'm alone.

I bleed from the inside,
and I won't tell anyone
I'm nowhere to find,
but I couldn't care it all.
Live like a ghost to keep me from talking, til' you notice where I'm at,
'cause I couldn't care at all.

Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run to when nobody listens.
I'm just a liar that's tired of trying
I'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at all.

I'm sick, I'm sick of waiting.