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Sick of things.

So I say - I think I'm falling down
I can't take - another f*cking second.

Everyday it seems I'm really f*cking left for dead
Every word that ever burns and kicks me in the head.
Everyday it seems it's learned to love the best regrets.
Even life can celebrate, pretend, and lose to death.

It's what you really want and really really really want.
It's what you really want and really really really want.

I want to run away,
You've ripped apart my f*cking face.
You had to flip your f*cking trick,
You're everything that makes me sick, sick.
Sick of everybody's shame,
Sick of love helping me hate,
Sick, so f*cking sick today
Sick of how you want to rape me.

So I take - another step behind
This mistake - I f*cking wonder why

Everyday these people pray and
Think they're f*cking saved.
Living scared they look away just to spite some pain.
F*ck your god and f*ck his name
Just like you thought I'd say.
I could meet Him in the street if He would like to play.

It's what you really want and really really really want.
It's what you really want and really really really want.

I want to run away,
You've ripped apart my f*cking face.
You had to flip your f*cking trick,
You're everything that makes me sick, sick.
Sick of everybody's shame,
Sick of love helping me hate,
Sick, so f*cking sick today
Sick of how you want to...

Here's that dream I said I'd write
For you so long ago, ya know
Ago a time for you, I'd rhyme
Can I have your rainbow?
Choices cure, so choose in time
The sound is breaking up, you see
The fabric for some menace
Why I've kept the windows shut.

Put me in your pocket if I'm
Stepping out of line, you see
I said that you were pretty
Are you pretty all the time to me?
Everyday upsets the last
Catch my nothing else, let me have it
I'd give it back in years
But then you knock me off my shelf...so?

(©2004)