A sickness

I'm so sick...
Of trying to figure out your shit,
There's a smile on your face,
but what's really behind it?
I want to figure this out
But you just stay silent,
So I'm going home,
My heart it wants to go home.

I'm so sick...
Of holding back on everything,
what's really so wrong with stating my place?
Cuz when I open my mouth,
You tell me it's a mistake,
So I'm shutting up.
You happy?
I'm fucking shutting up...

Whats the point in making a foundation,
if it's moving all the time?
I get the feeling if this was working,
I wouldn't be getting fined,
for having a heart thats filled with you,
you said you didnt want me too.

of making excuses for your head,
my hearts protecting you from my brain,
but much more more of this and i'll go insane,
all i wanted from you,
was to find out if you cared for me too...