Blank, nothing left to say I'm vacant, can't you read it on my face? Sick and tired of talking, nothing left for you Holding onto nothing, what's it gonna prove? I'd speak what's on my mind But you can't take the truth Blank, nothing left to say I'm vacant, can't you read it on my face? Sick and tired of talking, nothing left for you Holding onto nothing, what's it gonna prove? I'd speak what's on my mind But you can't take the truth Don't even try—you won't find me out Don't even try—I know what you're about Don't even try—'cause you won't find me out Don't even try—I know what you're about