i'm just here in a parking garage
waiting for the signals of paranoia
slowly creeping in, i'm not listening
and you wave a hand over my face
staring at me like i'm a huge mistake
but you shouldn't tamper with the damsel in distress
and i break down in tears
wasting all the good years
and it's so bittersweet
to think that the world misses the old me
i just want to speed up the healing process
sick and tired of being honest
and if i'll admit, i get sick thinking about my problems
and to tell you the truth, sometimes i wish it didn't hurt
you order coffee from the nearest booth
hoping deep down that it will cheer me up
and i blame myself for the pain and excuses
the sickening feeling that never leaves my stomach
it's so painful but things are just complicated
and i break down in tears
wasting all the good years
and it's so bittersweet
to think that the world misses the old me
i just want to speed up the healing process
sick and tired of being honest
and if i'll admit, i get sick thinking about my problems
and to tell you the truth, sometimes i wish it didn't hurt
now i'm sobbing in my bedroom thinking about how much i've changed
it's been a few years now so why do i still feel the same way
and i got up, hoping that it'll get better soon
and i break down in tears
wasting all the good years
and it's so bittersweet
to think that the world misses the old me
i just want to speed up the healing process
sick and tired of being honest
and if i'll admit, i get sick thinking about my problems
and to tell you the truth, sometimes i wish it didn't hurt
