song: SICK SICK SICK by STOMACH BOOK also creds to the person who made the bobette i put in the tumbnail got bored and drew this on scratch LYRICS: Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening Life is a dream I'd rather let time march on without me Living is boring, dying's easy Baby, can't you see? I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me! And I see every hypocrite who painted wounds on my skin You make me sick, sick, sick And I know everything you did, reliving all your old sins You make me sick, sick, sick And I thought I knew all your tricks, but that's not true now, is it? You make me sick, sick, sick You make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick You make me sick, sick, sick, sick You make me sick, sick, sick Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening Life is a dream I'd rather let time march on without me Living is boring, dying's easy Baby, can't you see? I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me! But every now, and then I find an ugly voice from inside whispering promises "I'll be your little hedonist and give you all my weakness" Aren't we just sick, sick, sick? Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening Life is a dream I'd rather let time march on without me Living is boring, dying's easy Baby, can't you see? I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me!
