Sick Poem by Christan Bowen

I'm not gonna follow you
Into a hole
There are certain things I already know
If I catch you
I'm gonna let go
There are certain things
I already know

Wicked
It's not my turn
I got time to burn
And I've already learned
Who I am
So take what you can
So take what you
Because there's nothing
To being
Who I am Who I am
And that's all
I can stand

I'm so sick
Of it all
And I only Watch
The leaves fall
That's all I am
That's all I can stand
I'm so sick
Of it all
Living between
Created walls
I'm so sick
Of it all
Of it all

Watching tv
Living life for free
I'm never gonna be
What you wanted
It's already gone, Yeah

I was born to be
The way I am
I don't need your Lovin'
I don't need your scam
I don't need nobody
I don't need your plan

I'm so sick
Sick of it all
That's the writing
On the wall
And if you think
That you can make it
I say come
And you can take it

I'm so sick
Sick of it all
Sick of everything
That I saw
I'm so sick
I wanna be
Left alone
I'm so sick
And it's
Comin' on