Weedle Songtext
von Seneca Burns

I won′t be tied down by your schemes
My disorder sets me free
So point your finger back at me
(See through it's so exhausting)
Cut and Run, but I won′t bleed

I'm sick of going through these changes
So sick of being what you want

Crooked words could pierce my tongue
A lot of good just left undone
Broken smiles turn to frowns
(See through it's so exhausting)
Your crown has fallen to the ground


I′m sick of going through these changes
So sick of being what you want
And I can′t help but be myself
So sick of being what you want

So sick of being what you want
Sick of being what you want
Sick of being what you want
I'm sick of being what you
So sick of being what you want
Sick of being what you want
Sick of being what you want
(I′m so sick of me)

So sick of being what you want
And I can't only be myself
(See through it′s so exhausting)
So sick of being what you want
(So sick of me)
I'm so sick of me