Texty: Sum 41. Sick Of I All.

While looking for the answers only questions come to mind cos ive been lost in circles which now for quite some time and I don?t know how I came here even how I got this far

All I can tell you is my fate is written in the black stars well

What am I supposed to do

Rest myself in this perfect hell of my own it?s the best ive ever known tell me something I don?t want to know

Cos I cant believe its so
What am I supposed to do

Ive become sick of everyone know and I don?t feel remorse for the forgotten and I don?t care at all

Ive become sick of everyone now and ive become the patron of all the problems and I don?t care at all

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Take me away im sick of everyone today im not ok but im fine this way I need no change don?t take me away

Im coming down I fell apart its hard to keep together when you don?t know where to start

Ive become sick of everyone know and I don?t feel remorse for the forgotten and I don?t care at all

I?ve become sick of everyone now and I?m the patron voice of all the problems I?m sick of everyone