Take my hand
I can't sleep and I know it can't
be worse; where is the end?
I wish i could fall asleep, I wish
that I can eat.
I've been down, I've been dead
on my feet and I don't want to go
back there anymore.
Sick of stomach aches, sick of
sleepless nights, sick of
runaways; I'm sick of being sick.
Take my hand and hold me when
my misery turns into agony;
so tell me now, cause I don't
know how to erase these pictures
inside my chest.