Frank — Sick Of Yourself

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Bitterness bites
The heavyweight poison feels so right
Digging your heart up every night
In places it shouldn’t see til light
Tell me the truth why don’t ya
Are you gonna let them get away
With dodging your aching thoughts each day
You sure have a lot you’ve got to weigh
You don’t even know what’s taking your soul
You’re swallowing dirt
You think that it’s gold
Your hate is a hell, a poisonous well
You’re figuring out
You’re sick of yourself

Bitterness bites
Bearing the burden, proud and trite
You said forgiveness is weak, unjustified
Ingest all the outrage you can find
You don’t even know what’s taking your soul
You’re swallowing dirt
You think that it’s gold
Your hate is a hell, a poisonous well
You’re figuring out
You’re sick of yourself

You don’t even know what’s taking your soul
Your stomach has turned
You’re sick of yourself
Your hate is a hell, a poisonous well
You’re figuring out
You’re sick of yourself
You’re sick of yourself