The turning of a back. The dissapointment of conceit.

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Someone close turning their back to reality, and in turn becoming a cliche.

If you weren't so sick and tired, sick and tired of me
If you weren't so occupied and to busy to see
Well then things would have been the same, but I accept this feed
And I wouldn't have to sing this song to get this out of me

Still the time goes by
And I feel the same
And when I see your face I'm overcome with rage
And you stole my time
And it can't be the same
And I realize that with this time comes change

And though I never stopped to think that it would ever end
I must still remind myself that all my wounds will mend
And in this time that I give myself a place that I can see
That I've done nothing wrong except deny your feed

Still the time goes by
And I feel the same
And when I see your face I'm overcome with rage
And you stole my time
And it can't be the same
And I realize that with this time comes change

In my soul
In my mind
Deep inside
It's everything that I want and more
And you stole my time
And it's still the same

If you weren't so sick and tired, sick and tired of me
If you weren't so occupied and to busy to see
Well then things would have been the same, but I accept this feed
And I wouldn't have to sing this song to get this out of me