Sick And Full Of Burning
I'm sick and full of burning.
My heart's been ripped out of my chest.
And though I am still standing,
My soul's been laid to rest.
And though my stomach's churning,
You will never see that I'm nervous.
I don't want you worrying about me,
'Cause it's obvious you don't really care.
I want a guy who will always be there.