Sick
Sick
I tried to find the light in me
The one that claims to set you free
But all I found was anger, bitterness and pain
And every time I turn around
Something's there to knock me down
Seems that everything is simply done in vain
Well, I'm sick of being last in line
Sick of feeling left behind
Sick of everything this world become
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
Sick of you, I'm sick of me and I'm
Sick of what I feel in me
Sick
Sick
So what's a broken man to do?
Wait till this world is through with you?
Gather what's been left and face another day
And through it all I live and learn
To feed this hate and watch it burn
Sickened by a world I wish would go away
Well, I'm sick of being last in line
Sick of feeling left behind
Sick of everything this world become
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
Sick of you, I'm sick of me and I'm
Sick of what I feel in me
Sick
I'm sick of being last in line
I'm sick of feeling left behind
I'm sick of everything this world has become
I'm sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
I'm sick of you and I'm sick of me
Whoa
Sick of being last in line
Sick of feeling left behind
Sick of everything this world become
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
Sick of you, I'm sick of me and I'm
Sick of what I feel in me
Sick
