Where do I begin?
Out on my own again,
siftin' through it with a fine tooth comb.
 
The problem seems to be,
just a self fulfilling prophecy.
Guess I'm better off alone.
 
 
CHORUS:
I couldn't tell ya, why I feel the way I do.
But, there's one thing, that always rings true.
I know what I've got, and it's not what you think that I am.
No.
 
How do you ease your mind,
when you know you're just a waste of time,
and that's all you'll ever be.
 
Just take it nice and slow,
baby let the track record show:
not to waste your time on me.
 
-CHORUS-
 
So sick and tired,
of feeling this way.
It's a struggle each and every day.
 
So sick and tired,
of feeling this way.
It's a struggle each and every day.
So, don't waste your time on me.
 
-CHORUS-