The Only One

Sick of thinking I was wrong

Sick of saying the same things

Sick of hearing my own voice

I’m fucking sick of everything

Getting tired of your songs

Getting tired of your shit

Getting tired of your stories

Sick and tired so I quit.

I’m tired of looking for an answer

When I’m the only one.

I’m tired of bending, of bending backwards

And now I think I’m done.

Sick of guessing your next move

Sick of planning what to say

Sick of doing what is right

Sick of lifting all this weight

I don’t want things to get better

I don’t want to see your face

I don’t want to even know you

I don’t want to hear your name

I’m tired of looking for an answer

When I’m the only one.

I’m tired of bending, of bending backwards

And now I think I’m done.