I feel sick,
I feel sick all the time.
I read what I wrote happily
It doesn't feel right.
I wanna die,
I wanna die even though that's a lie.
Its just an excuse in order to tell you
that I'm not fine.
And I cry, and I cry, and I cry,
And I write, rarely with tears in my eyes
Cause I'm wasting my energy on creativity
That no one's gonna read, alright? (Alright!)
My lyrics are so hopeless,
Nobody even knows this song,
And how it goes along.
