Blank, nothing left to say
I'm vacant, can't you read it on my face?
Sick and tired of talking, nothing left for you
Holding onto nothing, what's it gonna prove?
I'd speak what's on my mind
But you can't take the truth
Blank, nothing left to say
I'm vacant, can't you read it on my face?
Sick and tired of talking, nothing left for you
Holding onto nothing, what's it gonna prove?
I'd speak what's on my mind
But you can't take the truth
Don't even try—you won't find me out
Don't even try—I know what you're about
Don't even try—'cause you won't find me out
Don't even try—I know what you're about