im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
...
with every dropp a sheaded tear,
from a long lost loved no longer here.
with every puddle, a pile of dreaded trouble,
the free ones no longer fear.
...
sometimes i sit and think,
what treasures in this world i most sincerly seek
and as my mind ponders away
i start to feel my soul decay.
...
thares a scar on my heart,
that only i can see.
no matter how hard i try,
the pain stays hid deep inside of me
...
Im Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?