Key: A
Introduction:
Am
I don't give enough to take back what I own
F
My stories are told out of broken homes
E
I could be a bit better if I killed off this ghost
F
I'm alone
B E
I bleed from the inside, and I won't tell anyone
Am F
I'm nowhere to find, but I couldn't care at all
B E
I live like a ghost to keep me from talking
Am
Do you notice where I'm at?
F
Cause I couldn't care at all
E Am
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to
F
when nobody listens
E
And I'm just a liar who's tired of trying
Am F
I'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at all
Am
And I'm sick
E Dm
I'm sick of waiting
Am
And I'm sick
E Dm Am
I'm sick of waiting