So sick of everyone and all there lies,
so sick of girls and all them guys,
so sick of crying and wishing each night,
so sick of living and putting up a fight,
so sick of home,
and so sick of here,
its my life which i fear,
so sick of me and ill ive done,
but i must admit i have had fun,
so sick of everything whish i would go,
maybe go 6 feet below,
so sick of writting how i feel,
my life is starting to peel,
im going to go away from here,
maybe ill be happy next year
