sick of myself - 93feetofsmoke

I don’t know who I am, I don’t trust who you are

Lately all I can do is pray to the stars

That this bleak observation of everything I see

Might one day turn around, I need to get some fucking help

I’m fucking sick of myself

Fucking sick of how my brain has a mind for itself

Consider this an open letter you won’t read for yourself

Yeah, of course I’m talking 'bout who’s typing these words all down

Looking more and more like deadman in this wonderland town

Looking more and more like deadman in this wonderland town

Leave me in the past like your bad dreams

Don’t care if you’re home in the morning

I’m betting it’s best to ignore me

It’s worthless for us to keep pushing

Leave me in the past like your bad dreams

Don’t care if you’re home in the morning

I’m betting it’s best to ignore me

It’s worthless for us to keep pushing

I’m fucking sick of myself

Fucking sick of how my brain has a mind for itself

Consider this an open letter you won’t read for yourself

Yeah, of course I’m talking 'bout who’s typing these words all down

Leave me in the past like your bad dreams

Don’t care if you’re home in the morning

I’m betting it’s best to ignore me

It’s worthless for us to keep pushing

Leave me in the past like your bad dreams

Don’t care if you’re home in the morning

I’m betting it’s best to ignore me

It’s worthless for us to keep pushing