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Im sick of standing here everyday
infront of the mirror wishing i would  fade away
im sick of standing here
hearing myself self say
tomarrow will be a  better day

im sick of hearing people say
that i am strong
i have the power to live on
when its obvious i am weak
somtimes i can barly speak

Im sick of being sad
im sick of wishing for the life ive never had
i dont got it bad
i got it worse
being in this world
is simply a curse

Im sick of loving 
and being hurt
im sick of wanting
what i deserve

I dont mean to sound ungratful
because im not
im happy for what i have
and what i got

im not happy with everything
i wish this life didnt bring so much pain

Im sick of wishing for a better life
i better open my eyes
see the light
because one day
it could be gone just like that
and ill be wishing for this life
that i once had 

So maybe, i really dont got it bad.

- Jenn '04
Posted: 2005-09-04 09:54:03 UTC

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