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Seems like I'm running out of ways to say thisYou say your words are heart-felt and mine are weightlessI bit my lip quitting while I was sitting on the fenceThis ain't the same thing as complacenceI'd rather stay on the lateral side so I can wade through all the wrong and rightI'm honestly not trying to pick a fightI just hope that you'll take the time to consider it(Chorus)Get a little bit sick of them Get a little bit sick of youGet sick of everybody telling me what I'm supposed to doGet a little sick of herGet a little sick and thenGot sick and tired of everybody telling me I need to believe in himI'm not really sure that I got it all figured outBut the way I got it figured right now isYou do youand I'll do meAnd I'll see on the other side if that's the way it's supposed to beIn the end, you're not rightYou have to understand that neither am ILetras de cancionesPiece it together and sigh at the idea it's not as much of a nightmare as you think dearGround-breaking irrelevance, I could have sworn we covered thisSo we sat back in silence confined to the idea it all came from violenceLet it come, leave me be, I don't need to believe you to be happyTruth takes time It hasn't come yet to youIt's honestly a little bit cocky to think you know me better than I do(Chorus) From Letras Mania