Sick

I've been on the edge now
And I can barely see
I've been wearing losses
In some sick fantasy
I've been wearing darkness
I barely see the light
You make me so thoughtless
That you should know
You make me sick
At the bottom of my thoughts
In the darkness I can fix
As I hide away in a shell
You make me fucking sick
Is counting all the Hate
That I am forced to face
In the end you should know
You make me fucking sick
I've been running races
That I know I won't win
I should get away
Before I begin to bend
I've been wearing losses
So the devil can finally see
He's not the only one
Who bad luck follows me
You make me sick
At the bottom of my thoughts
In the darkness I can fix
As I hide away in a shell
You make me fucking sick
Is counting all the Hate
That I am forced to face
In the end you should know
You make me fucking sick
I will take another lie for you
(Sick sick you make me fucking sick sick you make me fucking)
I will take another shot for you
(Sick sick you make me fucking sick sick you make me fucking)
I can't take another night with you
(Sick sick you make me fucking sick sick you make me fucking)
Take me on as the darkness comes for you



Credits
Writer(s): Tristen Mountain
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