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Silent lies, words are my disguise Built a wall inside And I paid the price every time Sick! I am sick and done with it Sick! Point a gun, shoot a bullet Sick! This ain't no secret I am so sick and done with it In my head, in my head I try to make the best of this mess that I made And this I must confess I wanna die, but can't let go Of all the things I am born to know In my head, in my head I'm already dead All my life I ignored the signs Knew I crossed the line Cause I paid the price every time Sick! I am sick and done with it SongtexteSick! Point the gun, shoot a bullet Sick! This ain't no secret I am so sick and done with it In my head, in my head I try to make the best of this mess that I made And this I must confess I wanna die, but can't let go Of all the things I am born to know In my head, in my head I'm already dead All this time I crossed the lines Gave a fuck bout warning signs Maybe I will pay the price But that's my fucking way of life All this time I crossed the lines Gave a fuck bout warning signs Maybe I will pay the price But that's my fucking way of life Ohhhh All this time I crossed the lines Gave a fuck bout warning signs Maybe I will pay the price But that's my fucking way of life Aus Songtexte Mania