I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die. This wasn't meant to be a love song, Matter of fact this one's about

Some of us have to grow up sometimes And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind We get along And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind (leave you behind) We get along, for the most part! I told him and to sick it Out of town with a dime to my

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

Follow me to paradise Took a shot and then made it a double Follow, follow me This album 2 but this song was written before the first My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise But it only

It's been a bad day Please don't take a picture Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord Count your blessings We're sick of being jerked around We all fall down A public service Announcement followed me home the other day I paid it never mind

I'm burnin' up, I'm burnin' up, y'all I'm burnin' up When you got the love of somebody Yeah, when you got the love of somebody Yeah, when you got the love Oh, I want you, yeah, I want you Oh, I want you Cool me down now with your love, girl Cool me down

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

That's the way you come to me I'm head over heels And I'm always gonna be That's okay I love the way you come to me Sun breaks I can't wait Til I'll be on my way again I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best These so called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest... I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I

So what if I'm crazier than crazy? So what if I'm sicker than sick? So what if I'm out of control? Maybe that's what I like about it I'm desperate You can say that I'm going insane And I'm not quite right And that I'm to blame