I've given up I'm sick of feeling Is there nothing you can say? Take this all away I'm suffocating! I'm my own worst enemy Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me Put me out of my misery Wake in a sweat again

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug

Oh which way shall we go? Here we stand at this fork in the road We got no time to waste This old world's spinning out of control Which way shall we go? I can't believe this, it makes me sick While bullets shower the earth We turn our heads and cover our

All I wanted from you Was a night, maybe two You beat me at my own game No, it's not okay All I needed to do Was get just a taste of you And now I'm sick all in my head You poisoned me instead Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down

My name is Steve and I'm your walking man My name is Steve and I'm your riding man You say jump, I say how high Exactly you want me to jump to And you say walk, I will walk To the end of the line and back to you You say boy, do you really love me? Well,

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

People say I'm no good Write me off, oh yes they should Fuck 'em they're just sick in the head They're writing my history Think somebody should've asked me Everyone was safe in their beds I won't live, won't live like them

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

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

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