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 k** 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 at 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. And I'm sick I'm sick of waiting. [x2]