Sick Of You

I'm so sick of you, so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I'm so sick of you, so sick of me
I don,t want to be with you
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
I'm so sick of work, so sick of play
I don't need another day
I need a hideaway
I need a hideaway
Every chinese toy
That is first for a good joy
But always starts to coy and annoy
Every camera, every phone
All the music that you own won't change that you're all alone (all alone)
Every piece of land, every city that you plan
Will crumble into tiny grains of sand
Everything you find, that at first seems to shine
Always turns into the same old lie (same old lie)
I wanna fly away
I wanna fly away
I'm so sick of you, so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I'm so sick of you, so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
Every little dance, every end of that romance
All alone (all alone)
All alone (all alone)
I'm so sick of you, so sick of me
I don't want to be with you
I'm so sick of you, so sick of me
I don't want to be with you