Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Bartolome
Performer
David Bartolome
Drums
Jamey Streater
Guitar
Jay Streater
Bass
Ryan Thompson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Bartolome
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Bartolome
Producer
Ernie Slenkovich
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
You messed up when you ripped it apart
You gotta know, but you gotta kno-o-ow
Cos I found life and I found my path
Oh you gotta know, That you were holding me back
You won't take my heart oh your poison
You made your choice and You were poison
No you wont tear me down with your broken mind
I'm sorry, I'm done now, I'm sick of it
Let go, Oh I'm over it, Yes I'm over it
I'm moving on with my life
You-oo-oou and all your lie-ie-ies
You got me sick inside my Mi-I-Ind
Oh my lord you got the devils eyes
So I pray to god I'll make it out alive
I'm so sick of it, You're a hyporcrite
You're a slave to all the hate you belie-eve
Oh Woah
Sick of it, And I'm over it
You're a parasitic leach and I bleed
Oh Woah
You're thinking you built me
But I rose on my own
Oh you gotta know, Oh you gotta Kno-o-ow
No you aint feeling my vibe
And I don't believe in a word of your lies
And I gotta know
And I know I'm not sorry
You won't take my heart oh your poison
You made your choice and You were poison
No you wont tear me down with your broken mind
With Your Mind
You-oo-oou and all your lie-ie-ies
You got me sick inside my Mi-I-Ind
Oh my lord you got the devils eyes
So I pray to god I'll make it out alive
I'm so sick of it, You're a hyporcrite
You're a slave to all the hate you belie-eve
Oh Woah
Sick of it, And I'm over it
You're a parasitic leach and I bleed
Oh Woah
Oh Woah
No, You messed up when you ripped it apart
You gotta know, But you gotta know-o-ow
No you aint feeling my vibe
And I don't believe in a word of your lies
And I gotta know
And I know I'm not sorry
Sorry, Yeah
I'm so sick of it, You're a hyporcrite
You're a slave to all the hate you belie-eve
Oh Woah
Sick of it, And I'm over it
You're a parasitic leach and I bleed
Oh Woah
I'm so sick of it, Yeah
Oh Woah, Ahh
You're a hypocrite, Yeah
Oh Woah,
With your mind
You wont take my heart oh your poison
No you aint feeling my vibe
And I don't believe in a word of your lies
Oh you gotta know
I'm sorry, I'm done now, I'm sick of it
Written by: Paul Bartolome

