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Sick [Fucked Away]
I'm already sick of this
Bored before I started
So how can I make it better than
before?
How can I show you I'm sure?
All I've got is my high sickness
What do you want to do now?
No drive left
Body and mind are weak
Fucked away all my excitement
and zest for life
I want to feel it with my whole
being
I want to be there in person now
And feel myself slide
Deep inside you
And feel you push against me
Feel you slide.
Maybe I should have warmed up
Maybe I should shut up
We'll see
If this is the kind of work I need to deal with
I call it hardcore whispering
In your face if you want to hear
Fucked away all my
Excitement and zest for life
I call it hardcore whispering,
Fuck away my pain this time
What else is left, besides the shapes in my mind?
And I know that I can go
Angles all around me
Angles to get to where
I want to be
Tired of all that optimistic
shit
Tired of all that optimistic high
I think it could be better
Better than it was before
So how do I let go of where I
was
Only a few seconds ago?
My mind wants to capture
All that I can pour out
of myself
But I'm tripping about whether
I should be in the grid
Should I stay in the walls?
It's alright for me to play
It's alright for me to go today
I think it could
I think it could be better
Than what it was before
I think it could be better than what it was before.
