LyricalMature

I'm sick of singing
a different man's song.
I mean really
to whom does my life belong?

I'm sick of living
when everything's wrong.
I'm being honest
I've been here too long.

b'cause I'm dancing to a different man's tune
and I know it's well past June
I can see the stormclouds above
and I know I've had long enough

I'm feeling empty and alone
feeling tired to the bone
still playing at this farce
really I can't be arsed.

I'm sick of being in this world
I know I don't quite belong.

The End

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