So tell me what you'd find
If you looked inside my mind
Wishful thinking, but second guessing all the time
Never been too numb to cry
But these days I have to try
To feel anything at all inside my life
Are you sick of me yet?
Stumbled out the front door, wish I could have said more
But I can't change anything about how you're far away
And how we're both struggling
It gets hard I'm told, but it all gets old
When I'm sick of everything
And I don't know me
Anymore
Guess I'm sick of going out the back door
And wearing thin for nothing more
Than a faded dream I don't want anymore
And I know it's sad to be so sad
But I'm doing my best with what I have
Sometimes I'm not enough, so I have to ask
Are you sick of me yet?
Stumbled out the front door, wish I could have said more
But I can't change anything about how you're far away
And how we're both struggling
It gets hard I'm told, but it all gets old
When I'm sick of everything
And I don't know me
Why don't I know me?
And why don't I want this anymore?