Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sick (I wrote your favorite song on a bus, while I was late to band practice.)

Im sick
So sick
Oh, so sick.

Im sick of love
And Im sick of hate
Im tired of you and of waking up late
Im bored to death
I dont care at all
I've got nothing left

What life?
Worth living?
Im sick
And tired
So sick
So tired


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