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