Tell me what you see in me
I don't see my capacity
Don't expect me to choose well, because I just don't care
And I'm so sick of it
I'm so sick of me
Walks in circled trying to
Hate my false promises
I don't really have a home
Time will speak for me
And I have so many complaints
And I'm sick of it
Tie the fucking rope
Tell me what you see in me
I don't see my capacity
Don't expect me to choose well, because I just don't care
But I have so many complaints
But I'm so sick of it
But I have so many complaints
And I'm so sick of me
No future