Sick
Album: East Coast Down South
By: Roll Out The Guns
By: Roll Out The Guns
Duration
3:23
Genres
Lyrics
Sick of all the little games we play Sick of all the same routines Sick of all the little words you've said Words that make me feel diseased I just can't make this up without you Why can't I do this on my own Why must I feel like this around you I think I'm better off alone I'm sick of always wasting half my breath So if I screamed would you hear me My mouth is dry and it could use a rest In my pain, right now, of being I just can't make this up without you Why can't I do this on my own Why must I feel like this around you I think I'm better off alone Sick of all the little games we play Sick of all the same routines Sick of all the little words you've said Words that make – Let me hear you scream I just can't make this up without you Why can't I do this on my own Why must I feel like this around you I think I'm better off alone