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Sick

I'm sick of the anger
Sick of the pain
Tired of the anguish
That's haunting my brain

I'm leaving, I'm going
Away from bad dreams
I'm leaving, not knowing
What life really means

I'm giving my last word
I'm taking that last step
I'm waving good-bye
To what hasn't happened yet

Some tell me to hang on
They say it's alright
They say they're beside me
Yet I fight my own fight

So, I'm dropping my last tear
It isn't worth it at all
I'm giving up, it's over
I'm so sick of it all

~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-27-07





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