Face it
You're sick of me
I know you are
So just say it
Don't deny it
I make you feel empty
and bored
I couldn't make you happy
Even if I tried.
Most of your life was a beautiful letdown
Filling in numbness for sound
Do I hold the crown
for your biggest mistake?
It's not what you think of it
it's what you make.
The grass you had
left a stale taste on your tongue
I am your black lungs
You breathe me in
Inhale
I make you sick
I make you dry
I make you pale.
Am I the salt in your wound?
Are you coming back soon?
I reach for you
but you're not there
Sometimes I wonder
if you ever really cared?
Love is war
Prepare to kill or be killed
I made you bored
I called your name
Cursed
I'm just born with tragety in my viens.
I'm tired of you trying to lie to me
When I already know everything
I'm tired of you trying to take me for
what you want to see
I refuse to be
the person you want me to be
I'm sick of it.
Sick of you
Sick of me
I'll never be your slave
Sick of this
and everything.
