I tried to find the light in me
The one that claims to "sets you free"
But all I found was anger, bitterness and pain
And everytime I turn around
Somethings there to knock me down
Seems that everything is simply done in vain
Well I'm sick of being last in line
Sick of feeling left behind
Sick of everything this worlds become
I'm sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of me and I'm
Sick of what I feel in me
So what's a broken man to do
Wait till this world is through with you?
Gather what's been left and face another day
And through it all I live and learn
To feed this hate and watch it burn
Sickened by a world I wish would go away
Well I'm sick of being last in line
Sick of feeling left behind
Sick of everything this worlds become
I'm sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of me and I'm
Sick of what I feel in me
Well I'm sick of being last in line
Sick of feeling left behind
Sick of everything this worlds become
I'm sick of all the things I see
I'm sick of watching helplessly
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of me and I'm
Sick of what I feel in me