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I'm sick of wasting space, and I'm sick of wasting time.
I'm sick of feeling like I need to drink just to come up with a rhyme.
I'm sick of waking up, forgetting what I've done and where I've been.
I'm sick of making up excuses that just get me in the end.
I'm sick of downing bottles, and then tripping over cans.
I'm sick of faking, sick of shaking, sick of tremors in hands.
I'm sick of making noise and trying to call it music beats.
I'm sick of mental defeat.

I'm tired of the guilt. I'm really tired of the shame.
I'm tired of shady people and their tired ass games.
I'm tired of feeling stuck, like I just ran out of luck.
I'm tired of selling sentimental shit to make an extra buck.
I'm tired of chugging 40's, and I'm tired of smoking pot.
I'm tired of trying to break the law and not care if I get caught.
I'm tired of isolation, and I'm tired of hiding out.
I'm tired of self-doubt.

We don't need to take a shot,
Or smoke a bowl of purple pot,
Or pop a roll of ecstasy
To deal with our anxiety,
And I don't need to sit back and relax
With a 12-pack,
Contemplating anthrax attacks on Wal-Mart.
It's just not smart.

I'm ready for the action, and I'm ready for the love.
I'm ready to start doing the things that I've been dreaming of.
I'm ready for the music, and I'm ready for the beats.
I'm ready to stop crawling, and start dancing on my feet.
I'm ready to clean up, and I'm ready to show my face.
I'm ready to start living life, but this time not at my own pace.
I'm ready to shut my mouth because I don't have much left to say.
I'm just ready for today.