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.