Train my heart to believe my mind for the thousandth time.
Every day I still lose my way. Will it ever change?
I'm so tired of waiting for you to be the one I'm waiting for.
Do you even know my name? Do you know my story?
Do you know where I've been over and over?
If you knew anything about me at all.
In my eyes it's so black and white, wrong or right.
But then the grey seems to make its way into everything – oh.
I'm so tired of changing for you when nothing changes a thing.
Why don't you know my name?
Don't you know my name?
Anything at all, anything at all.
Do you know anything about me at all?