I feel sick
everyday dying inside
a little bit more
so i can't speak out loud
but i'm not proud
and i don't know how to go on
go on...

killing me
myself, no doubt
i'm writing down
what's killing me
there's a villain on my side
spitting me
my body is tired of being strong
strong

My joy is to find my way out
with sources that i can't explain
Somethings are ok being upside down
The problem is my heart ahead

I feel sick
everyday dying inside
a little bit more
so i can't speak out loud
but i'm not proud
and i don't know how to go on
go on...

killing me
myself, no doubt
i'm writing down
what's killing me
there's a villain on my side
spitting me
my body is tired of being strong
strong

My joy is to find my way out
with sources that i can't explain
Somethings are ok being upside down
The problem is my heart ahead