Sick Of Everything

I'm sick, sick of my sickness.
Sick of the thousand reasons why I feel the way I do.
Why I am the way I am.

Don't bother to listen to me, you won't understand anyway.
Don't even try to fix me, cause you simply won't be able to.

I'm sick, sick in my head, get away from me.
I'm useless and good for nothing at all.
And deep down inside, you know that's true.

Moaning, and whining. I don't want this anymore.
Make it end, make it stop. Now!
Leave me alone, if you know what's good for you.

Everything's always my fault, I put the blame on me again.
It's always been that way and always will be that way.

Don't get involved with me, or I'll drag you down, too.
I'm sorry for the way I am, I'm out of control.

I'm perverted, can't you see it in my eyes? Secretly I know you hate me.
And if you don't, I know you want to. Blame myself once again.

I'm sick of feeling.
The pain, the loss, the guilt, the sadness, the regret, the angony
I'm sick of myself.
The moaning, the whining, my own personality, my weakness.
I'm sick of the people.
Their fake smiles, their disbelief, their manipulation.
I'm sick of everything.