Am G
Am
I don't give enough to take back what I own
G
My stories are told out of broken homes
F
I could be a bit better if I killed off this ghost
G
I'm alone
F Dm Am G
F Am
G
C F
I bleed from the inside, and I won't tell anyone
Am G
I'm nowhere to find, but I couldn't care at all
C F
I live like a ghost to keep me from talking
Am
Do you notice where I'm at?
G
Cause I couldn't care at all
F Am
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to
G
when nobody listens
F
And I'm just a liar who's tired of trying
Am G
I'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at all
Am F G
Am F Dm
Am
And I'm sick
F Dm
I'm sick of waiting
Am
And I'm sick
F Dm
I'm sick of waiting
