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I try my best, but no one’s impressed.
Sick of the shit you put me through,
Sick of the way you tore me apart,
Sick of the way you destroyed my heart.
I’m sick of staring at my own face,
Sick of being a pathetic disgrace,
Sick of trying to make this mask fit,
Sick of pretending that my life ain’t shit.
I’m sick of my lies,
I’m sick of my cries,
I’m sick of pretending,
Who am I defending?
I broke my own defence,
Destroyed it at my own expense,
I let myself fall to the ground,
In a room with no sound.
I’m wasting away, day by day,
I try my best, but no one’s impressed,
Have I explained that I’ve tried to change,
But no good ever comes.
I end up back here,
Can I disappear?
Escape from this dead end,
I promise not to pretend,
Until I turn my back on you.
Once I’m out of your sight,
The games shall begin,
I’ll try my best to put up a fight,
But I know I’ll never win.
I’m sick of living this shitty life,
I’m sick of hiding from blades and knives,
I’m sick of pretending I’m alright,
I guess that I’ve just lost the fight.