Sick

Ain't gonna tell you
You're like a spot on me
I'm only kinda wally
Know what I mean?

Don't wanna call you
To get you mad at me
I should be very sorry
Same old routine

You wanna taste, you wanna feel
I want you now, my wits are keen
Tell nobody
You wanna live, you wanna thrill
You know we stand
On the edge of fantasy

You gotta mean it
It's all on me
We gotta mean it
We're sand and sea
Just linger in it
The silent breeze
'Cause in a minute
We'll be sick of this

We gotta mean it
Let's cut a deal
Ain't even seen it
None of this was real

You wanna try, I wanna turn
Into darkness
You wanna cry, I wanna yearn
Are you heartless?
You wanna live, I wanna burn
You know we stand
On the edge of sanity

What's wrong?
Are you sad?
You make me sick
I'm feeling so sick of this
I think you should stop



Credits
Writer(s): Panagiotis Tsiakalos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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