If I told you how I feel, would anything happen?
Do I really even care at all?
Just how bad could it be to keep it together?
How could no one think this was so tough?
I wanted to find a better way
But I wait until another day
And I can't believe when I can't get things done
I can whine and complain until I'm blue
But it won't make anything less true
And all I get is sick and a little tired
Sick and tired
If you said what you meant, I hope that you mean that
Did you ever really care at all?
I don't know what I said, I'm overreacting
Or was I always on to something all along?