Sick
Sick of you and all these voices
Sick of having to make all these choices
Do I wanna die
do I wanna live
Why should I
I have nothing to give
Sick of living for you
Why should I do what you tell me to
You look at me like I did something wrong when you're the one
Guess you should be happy cuz you won
Turned my back to you and now I'm dead
Wanna kill all these voices in my head
They drive me crazy and they never stop talking
I try to hide but they never stop stalking
by Head
© 2001 Head (All rights reserved)
Disease
What does she know-what is her name
she has lost track and now she's losing the game.
Holding it in-letting it all build up
when will she learn-she has to give up.
She's living in a world where she can't win
but she keeps trying again and again.
Who is she - no one knows her
she has been poisoned-and no one will give her the cure.
by Head
© 2001 Head (All rights reserved)
Repelling Beauty
You think it's everything,
it's all in your mind.
Thinking it'll work you waste all your money,
wasting your time.
Can't go without thinking about your beauty.
The years pass and you'll lose your mind.
All you think about is your beauty.
More and more money goes to waste.
The bottle count just keeps growing.
Never known to be cool.
Now you want to know who's to blame for all this.
But it's very simple,
you just can't see.
You're to blame,
you did it all wrong.
Now you have to pay.
You never did learn that beauty doesn't count.
It doesn't love anyone.
It always lies.
Why didn't you see that?
by Head
© 2001 Head (All rights reserved)
Your World
My depression goes away with a glance from your eyes.
You look so happy in a world full of lies.
You have your own world I wish I was in instead of here.
Freak is all I hear.
Too bad you won't come up to me.
To bad you won't let your world inside me.
By: Head
© 2001 Head (All rights reserved)
Untitled
Why do you always yell at me,
what have I done to make you feel this way?
I tried to be the way you want me to be everyday.
You always seem to find a way to make me feel worthless.
You come beat me up a leave me breathless.
I try to beat you at your own game but I always lose.
You kick me and leave blood on your shoes.
Why do you treat me like shit?
You always think I can take one more hit.
By: Head
© 2001 Head (All rights reserved)
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