88 Miles Per Hour Sick Of You
Trampled in this race of life
No where to run no where to turn
I'm running out of time
I sit and watch as you fall to the ground
Trying to break free from these chains that you are bound
But what do I get?
And where did I fail?
Waking up to the sound of you whining
Cuz you don't get what you want
I've given you everything
I'm so sick of this
I'm so sick of you
