Your Funeral - For The Fallen Dreams

I’m sick

I’m sick of you and everyone else around me

Stop doubting all the things I do

Erase everything ya know about me

Stop trying to get inside me

Don’t rely on the treatment to your disease

Go away

Dig your grave

Your death will be just another party to me

I’m sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places

Don’t hang around

I need something else to sing about

Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about

You’ve stepped on my hair

You make me wanna scream out loud

Push away

Pushed you away

Fed up with your shit

Nothing to say

You dug your grave, now lie in it

Your graves been dug, now lie in it

I’m fed up with your shit