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