Sick

The face in the mirror is not who't should be
These voices so silent, they're shouting at me
Hold me down, choke me out, suffocate me again
Remind me I'm rotten until just 'bout when

All that is left is the shell of myself
Hollowed out from the inside once more and again
I will beg, I will scream, when left with myself
There's no fix, Oh my God, I am sick

As pale as a ghost, at least what's left of me
With teeth down my throat, and my bones falling weak
It's one body, two souls, never me that'll win
Bruise me and batter, I always submit when

I am sick of everything
So fed up with feeling this way
So pent up with rage, I am going insane
My own finger is pointed at me

All that is left is the shell of myself
Hollowed out from the inside once more and again
I will beg, I will scream, when left with myself
There's no fix, Oh my God, I am sick



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Writer(s): This Year's Comeback
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