Letra de Sick

Sick of always feeling like I'm out of breath
Sick of never ever having anything left
Sick of being in the red
Sick of sleeping in my own bed
Sticking to this feeling of eternal rest
Sticking this proboscis deep into my chest
Slipping off the path
Should have went right when I went left
Sick of being sick of being tired of myself
I try not but nothing helps
My lungs begin to swell
And with that breath I tell myself
That I don't need anybody else
Thinking about sinking down beneath your skin
Holding your heart in my whole arms grip
Pull me apart when you feel your heartbeat skip
Wishing I was missing something that really exists
Wishing that your essence was a pressence I could kiss
Wishing I could stop
Wishing for what I wanted all the time
Sick of being sticky sick of feeling empty sick of always
Lying to myself
That I can love someone else
And my heart begins to swell
With the emptiness itself