I'm sick of being sick
I'm sick of feeling pain
I'm sick of all the heartache
That I feel from day to day

I'm tired of doing nothing
I'm tired of being ill
I'm tired of all the answers
Being one more nasty pill

I'm tired of the physicians
I'm tired of All their "cures"
I'm tired of staying up all night
Just trying to wipe my tears

I'm done with being tired
I'm done with being sick
I'm done with all the doctors
Thinking I'm so thick

I know I'm just a patient
Another one to diagnose
I know I'm just a person
Shoving more pills down my throat

I feel like I am fading
I feel like I am dead
Like everyday is just more hours
Filled with blinding dread

I wish it could be over
I wish I could be done
I wish in place of all the cold
That I could feel the sun

God, I want to go home now
Can't do this anymore
I want to fold within your arms
Upon the golden shore

How long will you leave me here
A ghost within a cloud
How long will you keep me
Amongst the noisy, painful loud?

Sharp pain climbs up my bones
And clutches at my skin
My favorite part of every day
Is finally giving in

Someone tell me good things
That it will be over soon
And soon my bones will rest in dirt
Beneath the quiet moon