Sick Three Point Zero
Sunless days, moonless, starless nights
Frustrated, my eyes hurt, bright lights
Spare me, please stop the endless fights
You turn left, he fights for his rights
I tried to think and tried not to
Been passive, tried to fight back too
I tried to wait and tried not to
Been there, done that, and done this too
Like a sticker that doesn't stick
The witheres rose that you won't pick
Just like the box that you won't tick
I'm just so tired of being sick
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