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i'm so sick of these sleepless nights,

I'm so sick of my feelins tearing in half,

and I'm so sick of knowing my mind

But trusting my heart,

i'm so sick of what you do to me,

and I'm so sick of empty apologizes

And I'm so sick of these worthless promises,

Cause I'm so sick of going round and around

when I always end up the same,

Somewhere cold, somewhere down -

Where my hope doesnt grow,

And my gut instincts know

That you've been making a fool out of me,

And I want to cry ,but I'm too damn angry,

I want to murder this serpent,

And finally be free.

Cause' i'm so sick of it's poison and pain,

Making me feel crazy, when i know that you're to blame,

And angels told me that you should never of said my name

I live in a desert,

But I pray for the rain.

I pray that one day I'll say GO

And you will go,

I pray that the door will be perminantly closed,

With ivy growing over a lock

That is bolted, and forgotten,

With a key that don't exist,

Built in wood thats growing rotten.