I never wanted to be sick...
Sick of my life



Sick of my life
Is right where I am
Ripping myself to pieces
Right where I stand

My life used to be good
When I had a hold
Now my heart is black as ice
And just as cold

Why I'm this way
I have no clue
Maybe it's because I'm lost
And don't know what to do

Because my confusion brings paranoia
And loss of thought
Along with a load of stress
And a little distraught

 
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