I'm tired of the ****** hand I'm dealt,
The short stick I've always drawn.
I've grown tired of constant ups and downs,
And friends who are never really friends.
I've grown tired of men who don't know what they want,
And if they do, they don't know how to fight.
They give up when the going gets tough,
And I am left to feel meaningless,
And it's all I've ever known.

I've never had a man to be genuine,
And if he was, some one else caught his eye eventually.
It's all ****** up,
And I'm so ******* myself,
But it's all I've grown to know how to do,
And that is why my heart is always broken,
Because I care too much,
And when I care,
I shouldn't at all.

And when I start to care for myself,
I've become selfish.
It's a constant turning wheel,
No matter where it ends,
I'm still wrong.

I wish I could work every day,
So I didn't have to know what it was like to see the sun rise,
Or see it set.
So my life kept going constant,
And I had no time to feel,
Or any time to pretend,
That for once something good would come,
When I finally put my eyes elsewhere.

So leave is all I know to do,
To begin anew,
Fresh,
Where no one knows my name,
Or the stories I've burned into my skin,
And carved out in bone