Phideaux Sick Of Me
I'm sick of me - I'm sick of me
I hear my voice - I want to scream
I'm sick of me and what I see
In your eyes when you look at me
Eyes that say I'm beautiful, they are so wrong
I don't belong in your company
Hands above the clouds and underground
I want to join with you somehow
I'm sick of me - what I've become
I loved you more, more than anyone
You think I'm so wonderful, it won't be long
I don't belong in your company
You don't know the half of it and if you did
You'd want rid of my company
My eyes say you're beautiful - They are not wrong
And you belong in my company
I'm sick of me - I'm sick of me
Because of you what you must see
I'm sick of me - All I can say
I look at you - Make it go away
I still say you're wonderful, the way you are
The way you are in my company
CODA 99
I want it
I love it
I need it
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do…
