I’m sick and tired of this place, sick and tired of this rat race.
Sick of getting no thank yous or respect in return, sick of always being the one who gets burned.
Sick of how things once were, sick of how that is now just a faded blur.
Sick of the fact that I ALWAYS turn the other cheek, sick of how that is considered to be weak.
Sick of the people I once thought were friends, sick how I can’t wait till they get there’s in the end.
Sick of nothing is ever good enough and everyone steals or uses to get more, sick and tired of waiting for karma to even the score.
Sick of friends talking of how things use to be, sick that can’t see I’m still the same me.
Sick of people thinking they can play me, sick that they just can’t realize how well I still can see.
Sick of people trying to front like they’re strong, sick of how silly they look because they’re wrong.
Sick of people wanting everything for free, sick of people and the new epidemic called “POOR ME”.
Sick of people and all there dirty deeds, Sick of these people because they always bite the hand that feeds.
Sick and tired of it all, sick and tired because everyone knows I’ll be there to catch tem when they fall.
Sick and tired of having so much sympathy, sick and tired because most have had an easier life then me.
Sick and tired that I just vented on deaf ears, Sick and tired because some of you probably think I even shed a flipping tear.
Sick and tired of all you people who walk through life dazed and confused, no wait I’m not sick of that because that makes me amused.
Sick of all the people who walked into my life and stole, sick that I can’t be around you more to watch your tormented soul.
Sick of all of you that lied, sick because I caught you all red handed and you still denied.
Sick that I will not be there when your justice is handed out, sick because there’s nothing left to question about my doubt.
Sick most all, because I won’t be there to watch you stumble, crumble, and fall.
