Intro

I'm sick again
I'm sick of friends
They took me out
They made the plans
I never had a chance alone
I never got offers for one
They pushed on mine
So they'll do the time

Cause that's the way the news goes
And that's the way of new clothes

No pressure but they're pressuring me
Copying my every move showing better to be
A scrawny lid with no life to give
He got his energy stolen by those bigger kids
Offer me the friends
I'll take the whole stage
We were selling out the room
Let em' use my old name
When times got rough
You find enough of the evidence
To realize older types are crooks

I'm sick again
I'm sick of friends
They took me out
They made the plans
I never had chance alone
I never got offers for one

Set



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Martin
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