Sick Songtext
von Theory of a Deadman

You with the selfies every chance you can take
The yacht was a rental, the jet was a fake
Oh I hate how you make it all about you
Be selling that detox to all of your friends
Acting so nice but it′s all just pretend
Chasing trends till they end and you find something new

I'm so sick of the way
What you say is so insane
Superficial, I wish you
Wouldn′t act like a damn fool
Sick of the face
That you put on every day
Are you tired of trying
So hard all the time and
I'm so sick of you
You must be sick of you too


So put together but your car is a mess
Sleeping till 3 never not in your bed
Where's your head always let you get to me
You wanna get married and wear a white dress
The color you choose though a bit of a stretch
Must admit the shoe fits you to a tee

I′m so sick of the way
What you say is so insane
Superficial, I wish you
Wouldn′t act like a damn fool
Sick of the face
That you put on every day
Are you tired of trying
So hard all the time and
I'm so sick of you
You must be sick of you too

I′m so sick of the way
What you say is so insane
Superficial, I wish you
Wouldn't act like a damn fool
Sick of the face
That you put on every day
Are you tired of trying
So hard all the time


I′m so sick of the way
What you say is so insane
Superficial, I wish you
Wouldn't act like a damn fool
Sick of the face
That you put on every day
I′m so tired of trying
So hard all the time and
I'm so sick of you
You must be sick of you too
We're all so sick of you

I′m so sick of you
I′m so sick of you
I'm so sick of you