Sick of Myself

[Ashra]

Sick of Myself
By: Bowling For Soup

You don't know
How you move me,
Deconstruct me,
And consume me.
I'm all used up,
I'm out of luck,
I am starstruck
By something in your eyes
That is keeping my hope alive.

I'm sick of myself,
When I look at you,
Something is beautiful and true.
In a world that's ugly and a lie,
It's hard to even want to try,
And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know.

I'll take or leave
The room to breathe,
The choice to leave you.
I'll throw away
A chance at greatness
Just to make this
Dream come into play.
I don't know if I'll find a way

I'm sick of myself when I look at you.
Something is beautiful and true.
In a world that's ugly and a lie,
It's hard to even want to try,
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know.
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know.

There's something in your eyes
That is keeping my hope alive.
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you,
Something is beautiful and true.
In a world that's ugly and a lie,
It's hard to even want to try,
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know.
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know.