I need to leave Michigan and everything I haven't done.   Oh, I'd die trying to be something worthwhile...      I promise so much of myself that it makes it hard to breathe,   I feel the weight of what I say because it's never what I mean.   We all need some direction, and I lie to myself,   I'm sick of this dependance, I'm sick of being helped.      Oh, I lie to make myself believe that I'm worthwhile...      Open wounds, they turn to scars,   In time they heal like broken hearts.   We're so messed up living our lives,   That I can hardly sleep at night.      All I see is where I am, and everywhere I'm not...   I feel the place where I have started is the place that I will rot.   I can't stay standing still too long, I'm afraid I'll never leave...   I'm afraid of myself and where I want to be.      Everywhere looks better than right here, oh I swear...