A suitor type, it would be nice. A lack of codependency But I can't be anybody but me. And unfortunately I'm always barking up the wrong tree, I'm always stuck inside my pity. I hate my ways, I hate this place, But I'm too damn selfish to try to change a thing. This diary is killing me I wanna find the flaws in everything I wanna know that you won't let go This apathy, it swallows me I don't find the joy in anything I wanna know that you're not losing hope 'Cause I can't just dig myself back out 'Cause it's not as simple as it sounds. The suitor type, that would be nice. Live in another skin, I can't imagine it. Nothing sounded so great before. But I've grown accustomed to all superstitions and things that just cloud my way back home. It seems your answer is within the question itself. Should you move your life forward or put me on the shelf This diary is killing me I wanna find the flaws in everything I wanna know that you won't let go This apathy, it swallows me I don't find the joy in anything I wanna know that you're not losing hope 'Cause I can't just dig myself back out When I want to be somebody else. The suitor type, a different light, that would be nice.