Why
Getting sick of ********
Sick of it all.
I wanna throw in the towel
And not think of it anymore.
"Everything that happens,
Happens for a reason"
Is what you tell me
But I ain't believing.
Is this really my life?
Or a bad dream that
I can't wait up from.
When will someone
Come wake me up.
Tell me it wasn't real
And that my life is perfect.
But perfection you see
Is only in fairy tales.
Sadly it's not for me.
This is reality,
And I'm sick of it all.
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