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I don't give enough to take back what I ownMy stories are told out of broken homesI could be a bit better if I killed off this ghostI'm aloneI bleed from the inside, and I won't tell anyoneI'm nowhere to find, but I couldn't care at allI live like a ghost to keep me from talkingDo you notice where I'm at?Cause I couldn't care at allNowhere to hide, nowhere to run to when nobody listensAnd I'm just a liar who's tired of tryingI'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at allAnd I'm sickI'm sick of waitingAnd I'm sickI'm sick of waiting From Letras Mania