Can't you tell me
What you need
To be here and
Telling me
How it is that
I could be
Someone worthy of being seen
Oh I'm not sure
If you could
Take the answer away, I'm sure you would from me
I've been thinking of
Things you said
Tell ya if I believed them
Then I'd be dead
Oh I'm not sure, I'm not sure
If I could break the answer, maybe that's the cure
Oh I'm so sick of it
Seeking a way over and through all of it
Maybe I'll just sit and dish
Watch the world pass with some
One who'll tell me that I am not a useless bum
I'm not a useless bum, I'm not a useless bum
Oh I'm so sick of being this
Daughter of cigarettes and cicatrice
So I'm so over being under this
But I got shit to do, I
Can't up and call it quits