Am F

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

E Dm E Am F

E Am 

F

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  E  Dm  E Dm 

        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