Gift wrap it how you want it
It just comes round again
Tired,
Worn out,
Useless
Wrapped in cellophane
Pretend that it's an asset
Believe that it's a gain
I cant pretend
I like it
Just to feel like I'm the same
Maybe I'm just losing it
Guess it's all in my head
But I could scream my lungs out
And still feel like I'm dead
Burned into my memory
Everything you said
Think its time I let you,
belong to someone else instead.