Sick Of Me

The pain in my head
That takes my breath
Makes me feel like I'm better off dead

The shake in your hands
Never lets me forget
How you feel
And how you're sick of it

No wonder
It was destined to be over

Do you know what it feels like
Wicked thoughts crawling up my veins
But I don't feel like letting go

When black and white
Is all you see inside
Your memory dies
Just like

Just like me

No wonder
It was destined to be over
I ponder
February is coming closer

If it really was meant to be then
You'd still be here with me but
You chose to run away and I
Spent the nights wishing that you'd stay and
All these memories deep inside my mind
Make me numb, feeling dead inside and I
I just hope for feelings to pass because
In the end you're just another

No wonder
It was destined to be over
I ponder
February is coming closer



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Kelm
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