The sun's rising up & it's making you sick
Having to face one more day
You're tugging the covers tight over your head
Trying in vain to ascape the fray
Outside...
You're sick of this life
And sick of pretending
Of taking the hits
With no chance of defending
Yourself...
You're sick of denying yourself all the time
And sick of not being alive
Of running in circles again & again
Of trying so hard to survive
This hell...
You're sick of the fighting, betrayal & lies
That we're being fed by this world
Of having no shelter & no place to hide
Of always feeling so cold
Inside...
And then when you lie in the end of a day
The haze of regrets's getting thick
It's making you crawl deeper into yourself
And it's making you terribly sick
All over again...
Sick
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2009
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