I can't feel things It's not my fault My whole vision is pastel You can't reach me, but that's your fault All those years you gave me hell You said sorry like it mattered I said thank you like it helped You changed nothing and that person that you killed is still yourself I'm sick of being held hostage Sick of sharing my one spine Sick of "Sorry, that was my fault, bygones bygones, you were fine" I can't treat you like a child When you can't do that for me I'd prefer my peaceful silence to your fake apology And you never seem to question Why you think you always win I think I might sew my mouth shut So I'll never try again How are you? Well, I'm much better Now that we're three states apart I think I'll leave all my stakes behind Before u drive them through my heart I'm sick of trying to be better Sick of spending all my time Trying to stop myself from screaming and from leaving out of spite And you're never gonna get it You would never change for me So I'll leave you all with nothing but my fake apology