Propped up by lies and promises.
Saving my place as life forgets.
Maybe it's time I saw the world.
I'm only here for a while.
Patience is not my style,
And I'm so tired that I got to go.
Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?
Tell me I should stick around for you.
Tell me I can have it all.
I'm still too tired to care and I got to go.