Ashton Nyte

Lyrics

i'm sick of desperation
the same old trip i've walked one thousand times
i'm sick of aggravation
yet i thought i'd give it a little time
but i feel a whole lot weaker

i'm sick of what you gave me
a borrowed gift to practice those misty eyes
i'm sick of what you made me
sick of all the twisted thoughts inside
you couldn't leave the 'getting closer' - no
and now i feel a whole lot weaker

i'm tired of disillusion
i'm tired of all the insults under breath
i'm tired of the rainfall
i'm sick to death of being sick to death
holding on to your future
being strong but oh - forget it

i'm tired of this - place
you lay your head when i am trying to sleep
i'm sick of all this the kiss
against my naked neck and my cheek
you couldn't leave the 'getting closer'
and now i feel a whole lot weaker

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From the album Dirt Sense by Ashton Nyte
Music and lyrics by Ashton Nyte
Published by Intervention Arts / ASCAP (2002)