C
I love to sleep, cause I pretend that I'm dead 
    E
But I hate waking up cause it's hard to forget 
          Am                                             F      G
That I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear.
      C
And I wait for the bus but I'm not on the bench, 
         E
I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement, 
Am                                                F     G
Hoping that the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.


       Am
Well I made a few jokes but they said they weren't funny.
  F
I tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly.
  C                                                  G
I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.
          Am
Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor,
      F
And I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more.
  C                                              G
I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy.


                C
Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. 
      E
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help
      Am
And I start to struggle to hold myself back, 
     F                                  G
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
        C
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care, 
    E
And breaking my back to try to make them aware
         Am
That I'm more than depressed and their time won't be wasted 
    F                           G
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.


        Am
Now I'm lost in this hole and I'm sure I am stuck 
      F
And I can't run away 'cause I'm lazy as fuck. 
     C
So I sit on the floor as I gather my thoughts 
            G
And they're full of broken promises that only piss me off. 
     Am
Well I lost control when I was only a boy, 
    F
The world taught me angst when I deserved joy.
    C
Now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breathe, 
        G
Cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me.


                C
Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. 
      E
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help
      Am
And I start to struggle to hold myself back, 
     F                                  G
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
        C
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care, 
    E
And breaking my back to try to make them aware
         Am
That I'm more than depressed and their time won't be wasted 
    F                           G                         C
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.