Sick and tired

 

Sick and tired of dealing with bullshit,

If I hear one more person complain I might fucking lose it, If I give you my ear don't fucking abuse it,

Tired of hearing the same old story,

Have some fucking guts if you want the glory,

We all deal with bullshit so why cry about it?

Learn to handle your problems and quit venting to everyone about it, That's why they have therapists,

I'm not getting paid by the hour,

I have enough of my own shit to handle that I can't figure out, Inside I'm screaming, 

CAN I GET THE BENEFIT OF THE FUCKING DOUBT?

I don't know the way,

The solution isn't always easy,

What the fuck makes anyone think I have the answers? I let my problems eat me like a fucking cancer, Yet I still put a smile on my face,

Go about my day like it's just fucking great,

But inside my guts are twisting and turning,

Fire lit inside I can feel it burning,

I'm sure everyone I know can relate,

We all know complaining is a fucking waste,

The only thing that changes anything is action,

So get off your ass, Quit crying like a bitch,

Nothing's ever perfect,

We're always scratching an itch!!!

 

Sick and tired of dealing with bullshit,

If I hear one more person complain I might fucking lose it, If I give you my ear don't fucking abuse it,

Tired of hearing the same old story,

Have some fucking guts if you want the glory,

We all deal with bullshit so why cry about it?

Learn to handle your problems and quit venting to everyone about it, That's why they have therapists,

I'm not getting paid by the hour,

I have enough of my own shit to handle that I can't figure out, Inside I'm screaming, 

CAN I GET THE BENEFIT OF THE FUCKING DOUBT?

I don't know the way,

The solution isn't always easy,

What the fuck makes anyone think I have the answers? I let my problems eat me like a fucking cancer, Yet I still put a smile on my face,

Go about my day like it's just fucking great,

But inside my guts are twisting and turning,

Fire lit inside I can feel it burning,

I'm sure everyone I know can relate,

We all know complaining is a fucking waste,

The only thing that changes anything is action,

So get off your ass, Quit crying like a bitch,

Nothing's ever perfect,

We're always scratching an itch!!!

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