| Sick December 24, 2003 I feel nothing, looking for something. Take me away to a better place. Kinda lonely, a little distorted. You left me here to die. Everything was looking beautiful, now all is black and white. Now I know I'm the only one that can fix whats gone away. I wish this would go. I feel so unknown after all I've become. I wonder what you've done, throw salt in my wounds. Make me sick, lose control. |