Am G

Am
I don't give enough to take back what I own
G
My stories are told out of broken homes
F
I could be a bit better if I killed off this ghost
G
I'm alone

F Dm Am G
F Am
G

           C                 F
I bleed from the inside, and I won't tell anyone
Am                           G
I'm nowhere to find, but I couldn't care at all
C                             F
I live like a ghost to keep me from talking
Am
Do you notice where I'm at?
G
Cause I couldn't care at all
F                           Am
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to
G
when nobody listens
F
And I'm just a liar who's tired of trying
Am                           G
I'll pick myself apart cause I couldn't care at all

Am  F  G
Am  F  Dm

        Am
And I'm sick
               F     Dm
I'm sick of waiting
         Am
And I'm sick
                  F     Dm
I'm sick of waiting