Lyrics Sick - Bif Naked

Sick

Face down, I woke up on the floor, again.
Spit it out-- the words I’ll never say again.
How can one create the mess I’m in?
Easy.
Happily invite it in.
I feel the sky is closing in.
My chest-- it hurts.
I can not breathe.
It’s blinding me.
I can not see.
You make me… You make me sick.
You make me… You make me sick.
(I think I’m getting better)
Explode!
Hand grenade without a pin.
Broken, you’re better than you’ve ever been.
Just think: I’m nothing, and I never win,
because you’re part of me, my only friend.
You make me… You make me… You make me sick.
You make me… You make me… You make me sick.
I feel the sky is closing in.
My chest-- it hurts.
I can not breathe.
It’s blinding me.
I can not see.
You make me… You make me sick.
You make me… You make me sick.
(I think I’m getting better)