Sick of It
I hope you miss this, you know I hate you
I guess that feeling won't just go away
It's been six whole months, still not an answer
But you answered me when all your friends just yelled right at me
I'm sick of all this, you made it obvious
I can't sleep anymore, cause you just make me feel so sick
I'm sick of the lying
I'm sick of the trying
I'm sick of everything you gave up then you gave up on me
I'm sick of the missing
I'm sick of the stalking
I'm sick of everything, you follow him when he just goes home
Never wanted to sleep so bad
Never needed a push off the ledge
All I heard was death and then my silence just broke itself
I'm sick of hearing myself
I'm sick of running my mouth
But you ran yours in here and irritated me to a point
I miss the old time, where I didn't worry
Now I'm just worried that I'm gonna sleep and I won't wake up
I'm sick of the lying
I'm sick of the trying
I'm sick of everything you gave me, you just gave up on me
I'm sick of the missing
I'm sick of the stalking
I'm sick of you and he just has his head once you go home
I swear to god karma, I swear to god when he goes home
I'm sick of the lying
I'm sick of the trying
I'm sick of everything you gave up then you gave up on me
I'm sick of the missing
I'm sick of the stalking
I'm sick of everything and everyone you let when he is home
When he is home
One, two, three, four
I guess that feeling won't just go away
It's been six whole months, still not an answer
But you answered me when all your friends just yelled right at me
I'm sick of all this, you made it obvious
I can't sleep anymore, cause you just make me feel so sick
I'm sick of the lying
I'm sick of the trying
I'm sick of everything you gave up then you gave up on me
I'm sick of the missing
I'm sick of the stalking
I'm sick of everything, you follow him when he just goes home
Never wanted to sleep so bad
Never needed a push off the ledge
All I heard was death and then my silence just broke itself
I'm sick of hearing myself
I'm sick of running my mouth
But you ran yours in here and irritated me to a point
I miss the old time, where I didn't worry
Now I'm just worried that I'm gonna sleep and I won't wake up
I'm sick of the lying
I'm sick of the trying
I'm sick of everything you gave me, you just gave up on me
I'm sick of the missing
I'm sick of the stalking
I'm sick of you and he just has his head once you go home
I swear to god karma, I swear to god when he goes home
I'm sick of the lying
I'm sick of the trying
I'm sick of everything you gave up then you gave up on me
I'm sick of the missing
I'm sick of the stalking
I'm sick of everything and everyone you let when he is home
When he is home
One, two, three, four
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Writer(s): Adam Brobst
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