I don't have to live with being less than what I want to be,
It's your fault and you're responsible, for my mysery,
I'm tired of sitting alone and living in the past,
The way things are going, don't seem like things are gonna last,
It takes so much for me to get back on my feet,
And I find myself crying for your bleeding heart, it's fucked up beat,
And I feel remorse for being my own me,
What the hell do you want from me?
This time I'm too tired to try,
Went to sleep and woke up in a cold, dry sweat,
You're screaming "go" and I'm not even ready yet,
You're too busy to stop and look behind,
What are you afraid to find?
My tear ducts are too tired to cry,