Woorden: Bowling For Soup. Sick of Myself.

You don?t know, how you move me, deconstruct me and consume me
I?m all used up, I?m out of luck, I am starstruck
By something in your eyes that is keepin' my hope alive

I?m sick of myself when I look at you, something is beautiful and true
World that?s ugly and a lie, it?s hard to even want to try
An' I?m beginning to think, baby, you don?t know

I?ll take or leave the room to breathe, the choice to leave you
I?ll throw away a chance at greatness, just to make this
Dream come into play, I don?t know, if I?ll find a way

I?m sick of myself when I look at you, something is beautiful and true
World that?s ugly and a lie, it?s hard to even want to try
I?m beginning to think, baby, you don?t know
I?m beginning to think, baby, you don?t know

An' there?s something in your eyes that is keepin' my hope alive
But I?m sick of myself when I look at you, something is beautiful and true
World that?s ugly and a lie, it?s hard to even want to try
I?m beginning to think, baby, you don?t know
I?m beginning to think, baby, you don?t know