Something I don't really have
Something I don't really have no
Who could even really give me
Reasons that I should trust them
My petty past and just give them
I mean I don't even know them
They could be the one reason
I'm so sick of the pain that I caused me
That I'm giving out cause
What I get back yea it's always bad and
I hate the caution tape that's around me
With the people I trusted
I hate how I always blame me
Got me sneezing with how much I'm looking at you
Cause none of these other girls match you
Running around in a track suit
Got all of these boys staring at you
Close that book up in a hurry
I just called it end of story
I'm so sick of the pain that I caused me
That I'm giving out cause
What I get back yea it's always bad and
I hate the caution tape that's around me
With the people I trusted
I hate how I always blame me