Tumbling Dice

Sick Of It All
by *MaraJayne95

There's nothing that can change how I feel
I'm just sick of it all
But hold on, the end is near
They don't understand how sick I am
Of this hell
I can still taste the poison
Of every breath I wasted here
But hold on, the end is near
But we're just sick of it all
They don't understand how sick we are
The end is soon to come
Soon we'll be free
But until then, we're trapped
And we're screaming out that we're
Sick of it all
Sick of it all
No one understands how sick we are
How sick we are
Of living in this hell
Someday the light will break through
And we'll be free
Hold on, the end is soon to come
There's nothing that can change how I feel
I'm just sick of it all
But hold on, the end is near.

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Poem by Sick Of It All There's nothing that can change how I feel
I'm just sick of it all
But hold on, the end is near
They don't understand how sick I am
Of this hell
I can still taste the poison
Of every breath I wasted here
But hold on, the end is near
But we're just sick of it all
They don't understand how sick we are
The end is soon to come
Soon we'll be free
But until then, we're trapped
And we're screaming out that we're
Sick of it all
Sick of it all
No one understands how sick we are
How sick we are
Of living in this hell
Someday the light will break through
And we'll be free
Hold on, the end is soon to come
There's nothing that can ch
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Dice and manipulations by me. First time I've tried to do 3D images - I think they turned out OK! Hope you like this. I think this poem goes well with the picture, and also reflects the way I feel right now! Work? Pah!