Hyder's Prime Time Recovery

Im sick of your fake promises
Im sick of hearing we'd last forever.
Im sick of u pretending to listen
when deep inside you're like 'whatever'
Im sick of seeing you each day
Im sick of thinkin what to say
Im sick of tryin to help u out
when you dont give a fuck about me anyway
Im sick of you dickheads betraying me
Im sick of you bitches using me
Im sick of knowing I'll never be free
from this animosity between you and me

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Im sick of living life each day

knowing fate would never go my way

no matter how hard I hope or pray

the sky's still dark, the clouds are gray

Im sick of knowing Im still a shmuck

that I've been there when lightning struck

if cursed relationships are just my luck,

and no one helps me when I'm stuck

dammit I must really suck

But it took me awhile to understand

that things will never go as planned

if you run away to no man's land

and hide youself under the sand

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Im sick of making wrong choices all the time

and when life is like a nursery rhyme

It's the final year and I heard the chime

that now im finally in my prime

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NO MORE NONSENSE

NO MORE GAMES

NO MORE GRADES THAT BURN IN FLAMES

NO MORE KLUTZ

NO MORE SHMUTZ

NO MORE GIRLS THAT DRIVE YOU NUTS

NO MORE BUTS AND NO MORE CUTS

ITS ALL GUTS AND KICKING BUTTS

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I now know who my real friends are

I now know how I got this far

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Im not sick and my heart won't crack

Im not sick so I won't slack

Im not sick of my wardrobe -black

Im not sick but I deserve a smack

Oh crud,

the fricken emo's back.