Sick of the Sound (Handbag House Remix)
Oooooh
You've taken the soul and the light outta me
Leaving a shadow of who I used to be
But saying it's over was hard it's a place I shouldn't have been
Til it came down to you or me
I'm sick of the sound of my lonely heart
Pounding out my chest
I'm sick of the sound of my broken parts
When'd I become such a mess
I'm sick of the sound
It's pulling me down
Picking the pieces of myself off the ground
I'm sick of the sound of my lonely heart oooooh
When they time will heal it's a lie
I'll never forget how we felt at a time
I'd still feel the same if I looked in your eyes
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound of my lonely heart
Tonight will be different
Inside I won't feel it
I'll pull myself together again
Won't let sorrow beat me
I'll rise I'll believe in
A lover that will be my best friend
I'm sick of the sound of my broken heart
Pounding out my chest
I'm sick of the sound of my broken parts
When'd I become such a mess
I'm sick of the sound
It's pulling me down
I'm picking the pieces of myself off the ground
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound
It's pulling me down
I'm picking the pieces of myself off the ground
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound
Oooooh
You've taken the soul and the light outta me
Leaving a shadow of who I used to be
But saying it's over was hard it's a place I shouldn't have been
Til it came down to you or me
I'm sick of the sound of my lonely heart
Pounding out my chest
I'm sick of the sound of my broken parts
When'd I become such a mess
I'm sick of the sound
It's pulling me down
Picking the pieces of myself off the ground
I'm sick of the sound of my lonely heart oooooh
When they time will heal it's a lie
I'll never forget how we felt at a time
I'd still feel the same if I looked in your eyes
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound of my lonely heart
Tonight will be different
Inside I won't feel it
I'll pull myself together again
Won't let sorrow beat me
I'll rise I'll believe in
A lover that will be my best friend
I'm sick of the sound of my broken heart
Pounding out my chest
I'm sick of the sound of my broken parts
When'd I become such a mess
I'm sick of the sound
It's pulling me down
I'm picking the pieces of myself off the ground
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound
It's pulling me down
I'm picking the pieces of myself off the ground
I'm sick of the sound
I'm sick of the sound
Oooooh
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Writer(s): Ben Davidson
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