i can't draw you fancy pictures, or write a cool song   about the feelings that i have inside, and why they feel so strong   i can't buy you lots of cool stuff, or just sit around   and talk about the way things used to be, before i was around      and now I've got my future made, it's killing me, it's killing me   all those i love i push away, it's killing me, it's killing me   it's killing me      I can't give you everything you need, or everything you've lost   to fill the void that lives deep in your soul, I'd fill at any cost   all i can do is tell you that i love you, and hope that it's enough   to help show that i never meant to harm you, and all that kind of stuff      and now I've got my future made, it's killing me, it's killing me   all those i love i push away, it's killing me, it's killing me   it's killing me