sick of myself (sped up) Songtext
von Whethan

The medication didn′t work
Broke up with him it didn't hurt
Put my heart into a prada purse
Still, feels like a pyro
Someone pass me the lighter

Do you wanna be someone
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror, cause nothing is clearer to me

Sick of myself, sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious Jokes
Sick of my tits, sick of my shit
Bored on my car think i′ll go and crash it
Oh who


Who's down to places
I want some faces
Here I can you be you, you can be Me, we can be somebody else
I'm sick of my, sick of my

Regret all when I open my mouth
Should sew it up and never let it out
My skin is crawling, must be Something wrong
Your personality is nice can I try it on?

Do you ever wanna be someone
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror, cause nothing is Clearer to me

Sick of myself, sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious Jokes
Sick of my tits, sick of my shit
Bored on my car think ill go and Crash it
Oh


Who′s down to places
I want some faces
Yeah I can you be you, you can be Me, we can be somebody else
I′m sick of my, sick of my
Sick of my, sick of my