I'm ranting while I'm raving: "There's nothing here worth saving!"

So tell me now what more do you need?

Miguelos, I've lost the will for fighting over everything.   

and there's a few things I gotta say... make no mistake I'm mad.                                                   

Cause every good thing I had abandoned me.

Oh sad and lonesome me     

I'm the walking wounded                                                    

Did I say it to your face?                   

No? I guess I just can't find my place          

Why can't you just tell me what more do you need?