I'm sick of living,
I'm sick of lies,
I'm sick of being everything,
I've come to despise,
Those I know and see,
All those I love turn,
That turn their backs to me.
If I can live my life once more,
It shall not be in vain,
I’ll save myself,
From feeling all this pain.
If I see that which I love,
That which I know,
Then no more sick shall I feel,
And no more hiding go.
