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Think I'm Sick

 

Think I'm Sick

(album: Icon For Hire - 2008)


I'm sick I think I'm sick
Sometimes I think I get like this
I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
Resist at first and then reverse
The night knows me by name
Its shadow trained to dull the pain
All the black begins to blur
Resist at first and then immerse
[x2]

It tires me, it makes me sad
To think of all the nights I've had
Eyes shut tightly, I shut down
Won't be that much longer now
In the quiet, in the dark
All my ideals fall apart
When they come for me again
Resist with everything I am

It tires me, it makes me sad
To think of all the nights I've had
Eyes shut tightly, I shut down
Won't be that much longer now

I'm sick, I think I'm sick
Sometimes I think I get like this
I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
Resist at first and then reverse
Life's a war, you pick your fight
I think mine picks me first most nights
If I should wake before I die
Then promise me you'll never get this sick inside

Can't undo a word I said
Years of struggle still ahead
All the trouble in my head
I wish I were good instead
[x2]

I'm sick, I think I'm sick
Sometimes I think I get like this
I bite my tongue, I clench my fists
Resist at first and then reverse
My adversary knows me well
She's out for blood, too soon to tell
If I'll outsmart these lies of hell
And think my sick self back to health

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