Текст: Evans Blue. Evans Blue. Sick Of It.

I ran away from you
I took everything
Facing the day
I turned my back
Just the way you showed me

I'd say I've changed
So you're right
And you stayed the same
I stepped away from you
I won't be coming back

I thought I told you!

I don't need the headache
Why are you so pathetic
Try, and you just might get
It's come to this
And now I'm sick of it

I can't stand the habit
Hide, 'cause you just can't have it
Lie and maybe you'll find
It's come to its end
And now I'm sick of it

You're getting sick of this life
Facing the truth
Chasing the lies you live by
Won't be something new to you

I haven't spoke of bad times
I have no use
Erase the memories
It's something I must do

I thought I told you!

I don't need the headache
Why are you so pathetic
Try, and you just might get
It's come to this
And now I'm sick of it

I can't stand the habit
Hide, 'cause you just can't have it
Lie, and maybe you'll find
It's come to its end
And now I'm sick of it

Nothing around you
Nothing to say
Nothing involving you
Concerns me today
Maybe you'll find out
Maybe you'll break
Maybe you'll end up
Just the way you are today

I thought I told you!

I don't need the headache
Why are you so pathetic
Try, and you just might get
It's come to this
And now I'm sick of it

I can't stand the habit
Hide, 'cause you just can't have it
Lie and maybe you'll find
It's come to its end
And now I'm sick of it