Sick

Food doesn’t sound good,

Neither does love.

I’d be mistaken

If I wasn’t from above.

My wife says she’s empty,

I say I’m full.

But to give what I have

Would cost me even more.

(Chorus)

I’m sick of giving

I’m sick of giving

I’m sick.

I’m sick of giving

I’m sick of giving

I think I’ll give up.

Food doesn’t satisfy

Unless it’s from above.

Neither does love

Unless it’s ratify–ied.

(Chorus)


Giving up to You.

I’m in over my head.

You’re the only One who knows.

Bury me, bury me, bury me dead.


(Chorus)

Now I say I’m empty.

You’re full.

Make me full

Of love for her.

Published by omerdylanredden

I write.

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