Last night I dreamt that you were dead The only way that I could find... To clear you from my head I find it hard for me to get past all the... In spite, at night I try in vain to get my,
I'm so sick of being on my own
Some things are better left alone Completely out of sight and mind I find it harder to express the things that But me, sometimes i wait for days to get my,
I'm so sick of being on my own Struggling in a world that I can't control
Some say waiting, and taking my own time, Should've known you'd flinch to hide that, And now I finally understand, This feeling of uncertainty that leaves me now
I'm so sick of being on my own Struggling in a world that I can't control