I'm sick of going through the motions
Sick and tired of the games
My head's so spun with riddles
I've lost the line between real and fake
I don't know much about love at all
And every time I think I do
I stumble and I fall
I've got the bruises for proof
So just forget it this time
What's the use?
I'm sick of hurting myself for nothing
Sick of feelin so confused
You want me?
Fuckin come get me