Sick Ones

If I leave this town will it just be the same again

If I cut the sick ones off will there be anybody left?

If I could let go of all the things

I can't accept

If I cut the sickness out will there be any of me left?

Know that my self-loathing is a dirty habit

And pain makes rippled waters for the ones around it

I don't want this pity party

There's no-one to invite anyway

And even the highs feel low they just remind me I'm alone

Who do I run to

When I have good news?

Who do I run to?

What is there to prove now?

There's no one to make proud

You were right about me

I'm just a sad clown

If I leave this town will it just be the same again

If I cut the sick ones off will there be anybody left?

If I could let go of all the things I can't accept

If I cut the sickness out will there be any of me left?

And even the highs feel low they just remind me I'm alone

 

Who do I run to

When I have good news?

Who do I run to?

What is there to prove now?

There's no one to make proud

You were right about me

I'm just a sad clown

Who do I run to

When I have good news?

Who do I run to run to now?

Wait

I just can't wait

I just can't face it

I just can't face it

Wait

I just can't wait

I just can't face it

I just can't face it

Who do I run to

When I have good news?

Who do I run to run to now?

What is there to prove now?

There's no one to make proud

You were right about me

I'm just a sad clown