I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more It may sound funny but you'd think by now I'd be smilin' Sick of this life Not that you'd care I'm not the only one With whom these feelings I share Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse I guess

I want to be free from this ball and chain and Be free from this life of pain and be free from this ball and chain I want to be free from you Sick and tired of being sick and tired So sick and tired of being sick and tired Woke up and I feel like shit I

Weak and sick I crawl In the dust of past mistakes Leaving for the darkness Of tears and cold heartaches Suffer in this grief Of forever burning hate The ashes of my life By the torment you create On my knees, remembering

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

Enter into a circle of light, engraved in flesh stare in my eyes, I will not bow down, the only truth pulling words form my lips Tearing me within this life will Remain a mystery to you until the day you pass away Speak lies spilling from your lips as

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

Back in the doghouse What did I do wrong? Yeah, back in the doghouse And I'm singing this song, well And I'm singing this song With things alright for a little while But then the story of my life Was gonna wipe that smile You heard the born of a bad sign

What I would give to sleep my life away I'd never feel alone again And yet it's still the same when I'm dreaming Cause at the end of the day it's just me in my own head What's the point of existence With this incurable sickness Just show me the door Give

You are the end of everything This is the end of everything I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault I haven't slept since I woke up You are wrong, fucked, and overrated And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker Shallow skin, I can paint with

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