Vanic, Bryce Fox - Sick of It

My mind fills up with all these nightmares Real life bottled up with the blank stares Real love's getting hard for me to compare When nobody cares I feel the edge creeping up in my surroundings I turn it up even though my head it pounding So many days lost I should stop counting Is anybody there? Fade away I wish that it would fade away So what's it gonna take To wash away and let it drown I'm sick of feeling like this I'm sick of it I'm sick of it I'm sick of feeling like this I deal with it I deal with it I'm sick of it Like this I'm sick of it Like this I tried but can't turn off the television Can't turn around without another conversation I'm overloaded with useless information It's got me wasted I'm getting tired of fighting all the panic I'm getting by but I'm still a little manic Sometimes it feels like I'm on another planet Is anybody there? Fade away I wish that it would fade away So what's it gonna take To wash away and let it drown I numb the pain it's too much now I overdosed I'm burning out I'm sick of it I'm sick of it I'm sick of feeling like this I'm sick of it I'm sick of it I'm sick of feeling like this I deal with it I deal with it I'm sick of it Like this I'm sick of it Like this I numb the pain it's too much now I overdosed I'm burning out I'm sick of it I'm sick of it I'm sick of feeling like this I'm sick of it I'm sick of it