Sick of It

I go to sleep with these pains in my chest
But I wake up and feel it still
I went to bed blacked out on these pills
But I wake up and feel it still
Stopped at a red light slam on the break lights
Thinking 'bout why l live this way
I go to sleep with these pains that you left
But I wake up and feel it still

Sick of all her bullshit
Sick of all her lies
Sick of always telling me
How to live my life

Cut my heart in pieces
And sold it cheap to a demon
She hides horns with makeup, chokers and vintage t-shirts
Cut my heart in pieces
And sold it cheap to a demon
She hides horns with makeup, chokers and vintage t-shirts

Yelling in my bedroom
Trying to ignore you
Stomp me with the black boots
Save me from the abuse
Demon in disguise
Got a fire in her eyes
You suck, "fuck you"
I never even loved you

Pray for me
I just ran from hell and now suddenly
I've been gettin' thoughts I wanna end our ties
Lately I've been feeling that I'm outta time
Yea, yea

I'm sick of it
I'm sick of it
(Sick of all her bullshit)
(Sick of all her lies) I'm sick of it
(Sick of always telling me)
(How to live my life) I'm sick of it

Cut my heart in pieces
And sold it cheap to a demon
She hides horns with makeup, chokers and vintage t-shirts
Cut my heart in pieces
And sold it cheap to a demon
She hides horns with makeup, chokers and vintage t-shirts

Sick of all her bullshit
Sick of all her lies
Sick of always telling me
How to live my life
Sick of all her bullshit
Sick of all her lies
Sick of always telling me
How to live my life



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Caponegro
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