Propered up by lies with promises, saving my place as lifes forgets, maybe its time i saw the world.
I'm only here for a while but patiences is not my style and im so tired i gotta go.
What am i suppose to want now?
What am i suppose to do?
Did you really think i wouldnt see this through?
Tell me i should stick around for you tell me i could have it all I'm still tired to care and i gotta go.
I get to go home in one week but I leaving home in three weeks they throw me a bone just to pick me dry.I'm following suit and directions i crawl up inside for protection I'm told what to do and i dont know why.
I'm over existing in limbo im over the myths and placebos i dont really mind if i just fade away.
I'm ready to live with my family im ready to die in obscurity cause im so tired that i gotta go.
What am i suppose to do?
You still dont think im going see this through.
Tell me im a part of history,tell me i can have it all, im still to tired to care and i gotta go.