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Sick of it All

Contributed by -thesiscokid- on Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 10:11:20 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I'm sitting here and wishing.......
For things that couldn't be.
And I'm trying to hold on to what I never had.
I used to think some things were meant to be,
I thought maybe it was you and me.
So as I sit here letting time kill me slowly,
I guess I'm nowhere that I want to be.

And I guess I'm sick of this old feeling....
Maybe I'm just sick of this old town....
No, I think I'm just tired of missing you.
I mgiht get lost,
Just wandering in thought.
And I always come back to the same damned thing........

I guess I'm just sick of it all..
I'm sick of being alone.
I'm sick of everday.
I'm sick of not being with you.
I'm sick of the look in your eye.
Don't you know?
It makes me go crazy.
I'm sick of being crazy.

You used to get me high.....
I got so high,
I could't see the ground.
Nowadays I seem to be down,
I got so low,
I seemed to have buried.
Six feet under.
And I'm sick of being dead.
But when we all know know pain,
I'm sick of hurting.

I think I stopped believing long ago,
Hope however......
I never gave up on.
I'm sick of No Hope.
I'm sick of hearing your voice.
I'm sick of how how it feels.
I guess I'm sick of it all......

......I used to think some things were meant to be,
I used to think that was you and me.......
........Maybe some things were meant not to be,
Maybe that was you and me.

Copyright © -thesiscokid- ... [ 2004-08-18 22:11:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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