I'm making myself sick
My stomach jumps
My voice it screams
My throat is sore from spouting lies
To keep the deepest parts of me believing
What's it gonna take for you to finally see
That I'm just dying to mean something to somebody
I live alone I sleep alone I have bad dreams
I didn't ask you to feel sorry for me
Everything's changed
It's been a year since I've been settled
And if you would have told me then
I'd be this girl well, I'd laugh at you
And laugh and laugh again
You're the wrong person to talk to about this