Im sick of smiling

And so is my jaw

Cant you see my front is crumbling down

Im sick of being someone Im not

Please get me out of this slump

Im sick of clapping

When I know I can do it better for myself

Im sick of waiting

Sick of all these words that will never matter

I wire these nerves together

Hoping for a chance to think on time

And Im tracing over your letter

To see if your intentions are as good as mine

But youre getting worse

I swear it

Its hard to prove youre an understatement

Youre getting worse and I know

That youll be calling me again

Im done with everything

That had to do with you

Dont worry your pictures are already burned

Im done with new friends

Dont sell yourself short

Youll lose it in the end

I cant help how I feel