Sick

Sick again More often than not at the hands of men I'm sick to death Just well enough to speak a final breath enough Is it in my head? Wishing I were dead I wanna hurl myself into the sea Is it in my mind? Do you think I'm fine? But then it's not like this ever meant anything to me I lost it all My final brain cell banged against the wall Just one more day Tomorrow maybe I'll wake up and say, "Enough" And I'm not myself, I am someone else I'm everyone they wanted me to be And I'm not okay, I'm sick every day But then it's not like this ever meant anything to me --- Sick - Vivian Girls