Every time I try to run,
Im sicken from the rising sun,
Like everything ive ever done,

Im watching from across the street,
Staring at my own defeat,
And I don't really care, no, no, no,


Less talk, im not a preacher,
Im no good, still a believer,

Im not made to be a leader,
If im not dead then im still trying,
Don't call, im not a healer,

Want no good with the offender,
Heres no place to try and get better,
But im not dead so ill keep fighting on.


I was like a loaded gun,
Exploded out on everyone,

Attracted to the easy way out,
I wonder was I ever loved,
By anything or anyone,

I wonder why the hell im here at all, all.

Less talk, im not a preacher,

Im no good, still a believer,
Im not made to be a leader,
If im not dead then im still trying,

Don't call, im not a healer,
Want no good with the offender,
Heres no place to try and get better,

But im not dead so ill keep fighting on.

Less talk, im not a preacher,

Im no good, still a believer,
Im not made to be a leader,
If im not dead then im still trying,

Don't call, im not a healer,
Want no good with the offender,
Heres no place to try and get better,

But im not dead so ill keep fighting on.