(Intro) Vert

Dying For It


Blank, nothing left to say
I'm vacant, can't you read it on my face?
Sick and tired of talking, nothing left for you
Holding onto nothing, what's it gonna prove?

I'd speak what's on my mind
But you can't take the truth

Blank, nothing left to say
I'm vacant, can't you read it on my face?
Sick and tired of talking, nothing left for you
Holding onto nothing, what's it gonna prove?

I'd speak what's on my mind
But you can't take the truth

Don't even try you won't find me out
Don't even tryI know what you're about
Don't even trycause you won't find me out
Don't even tryI know what you're about


Writer/s: Rikki Vanderpol, Thomas Vanderpol