I couldn't care less.
Is this the life I wanted?
With the screams behind the door.
Or is this the life I needed
And settled down for nothing more
Or maybe I was looking for something
That could never be put into words
or maybe I was doing the same thing
Over and over, which is worse.
What if I had a gun now,
Would I shoot myself
Or play it a joke?
What if I had a gun now
Would I fake that smile,
Or would I choke?

I lie, I laugh, I floor it all
With the cheapest smokes and alcohol
I see these eyes that reprimand
The eyes of boredom, the eyes of demand
I cried, I died, I was born again
Every day that I need a friend
Every day that I need to say
To speak to shout to give it away.
Not to you.
No, not to you