So tell me what you'd find If you looked inside my mind Wishful thinking, but second guessing all the time Never been too numb to cry But these days I have to try To feel anything at all inside my life Are you sick of me yet? Stumbled out the front door, wish I could have said more But I can't change anything about how you're far away And how we're both struggling It gets hard I'm told, but it all gets old When I'm sick of everything And I don't me Anymore Guess I'm sick of going out the back door And wearing thin for nothing more Than a faded dream I don't want anymore And I know it's sad to be so sad But I'm doing my best with what I have Sometimes I'm not enough, so I have to ask Are you sick of me yet? Stumbled out the front door, wish I could have said more But I can't change anything about how you're far away And how we're both struggling It gets hard I'm told, but it all gets old When I'm sick of everything And I don't me Why don't I know me? And why don't I want this anymore?