Sick Of It
I've got my mind made up
I'm at the bottom of this packet of cigarettes
I'm sick of it
I'm tired of looking at you wondering what I gotta do to get over it
I'm hating it
And I've gotta leave a note
If I wanna let you go
Cause I don't wanna be anybody else other than me
I can't explain it this is just how you left me
So great I'll take away the things you say, the big mistakes
Hopefully then I will learn to get through the day
Left all the love I had, my things in plastic bags
You call it's not so bad
And no I can't admit it I just know I can't quit you now
But keep telling me how I'm gonna be okay
I've got my mind made up
I'm at the bottom of this packet of cigarettes
I'm sick of it
I'm tired of looking at me wondering who I've gotta be to get over it
I'm hating it
And I've gotta leave a note
If I wanna let you go
And I've gotta leave you alone
Cause I don't wanna be anybody else other than me
I can't explain it this is just how you left me
So great I'll take away the things you say, the big mistakes
Hopefully then I will learn to get through the day
Left all the love I had, my things in plastic bags
You call it's not so bad
And no I can't admit it I just know I can't quit you now
But keep telling me how I'm gonna be okay
I've got my mind made up
I'm at the bottom of this packet of cigarettes
I'm sick of it
I'm tired of feeling like less when you're looking your best
I'm over it
I'm hating it
And I've gotta leave a note
If I wanna let you go
