I'm Sick

I’m sick of all these people
I’m sick of the little finger church and the steeple
I’m sick of hearing my own cries
I’m sick of all these stupid lies

I’m sick of how I always feel cold
I’m sick of how my heart is always getting sold
I’m sick of when I cry no one can hear
I’m sick of feeling like dying, knowing its my fear

I’m sick of all these things I hate
I’m sick of always being late
I’m sick of feeling and being left behind
I’m sick of love feeling blind

One of these days I will stand out
One of these days I will shout
One of these days I will scream
One of these days, all this wont be a dream

I’m sick of growing weak
I’m sick of muttering cause I can’t even speak
I’m sick of being played by all these dares
I’m sick of crying cause no one cares

I’m sick of being crazy
I’m sick of everything being so hazy
I’m sick of being screwed over by time
I’m sick of feeling like everything I do is a crime

I’m sick of everything I do
I’m sick of giving you the clue
I’m sick of what I’m sick of
I’m sick of having no one to love