Tekstovi: Sum 41. Screaming Bloody Murder. Sick Of Everyone.

While looking for the answers
Only questions come to mind
'Cause I've been lost in circles
Which seems now for quite some time

And I don't know how I came here
Even how I got this far
All I can tell you is my fate
Is written in the black stars
Well, what am I supposed to do?

Bless myself, this perfect hell, my own
Is the best I've ever known
Tell me something I don't want to know
'Cause I can't believe it's so
What am I supposed to do?

I think I'm sick of everyone now
And I don't feel remorse for the forgotten
And I don't care at all
I think I'm sick of everyone now
And I'm the patron voice of all the problems
And I don't care at all

Oh, take me away
I'm sick of everyone today
Oh God, oh, take the finest way
Need no change to take me away

I'm coming down, I fell apart
It's hard to keep together
When you don't know where to start

I think I'm sick of everyone now
And I don't feel remorse for the forgotten
And I don't care at all
I think I'm sick of everyone now
And I'm the patron voice of all the problems
I'm sick of everyone