Sick by SALEMMOON Lyrics

Spirit broken, my heart is numb
You tease my happiness just for fun
I’m in a bad place, your knife my gun
Shots fire and it’s two to one
You know that apathy is all I feel
And I wonder, were you even real?
I’m in a bad place but my heart will heal
Cause I'm goddamn sick of your soul of steel

And I have moved on
Got you in a corner
Talking all that s*** but no one here to back it
And I know, oh I know
That love is just a concept
Fabricate and flaunt it
Use me and then leave me
It’s my gain in the long run
I’m done, oh I’m done

Used to make me happy
Now you make me sick
How could make money of my bones like this?
Used to make me happy
Now you’re making me sick
How can I explain that my heart doesn’t exist?
And I know that you can make it rain, rain gold
And I know that you can take possession of my soul
Used to make me happy
Now you make me sick
How could make money of my bones like this?
Used to make me happy
Now you’re making me sick
How can I explain that my heart doesn’t exist
My heart doesn’t exist

Pieces of you stuck in my veins
My heart explodes when I hear your name
I’m in a bad place, my head in shame
You only come back when your life’s in flames
You never think love will turn to hate
Until I spit you out, a sour taste
I’m in a bad place, too smart too late
I wish I could say my feelings were fake

And I have moved on
Got you in a corner
Talking all that s*** but no one here to back it
And I know, oh I know
That love is just a concept
Fabricate and flaunt it
Use me and then leave me
It’s my gain in the long run
I’m done, oh I’m done
Used to make me happy
Now you make me sick
How could make money of my bones like this?
Used to make me happy
Now you’re making me sick
How can I explain that my heart doesn’t exist?

And I know that you can make it rain, rain gold
And I know that you can take possession of my soul
Used to make me happy
Now you make me sick
How could make money of my bones like this?
Used to make me happy
Now you’re making me sick
How can I explain that my heart doesn’t exist
My heart doesn’t exist

I’m done with you
You’re in my veins
I’m done with you
Your wicked games
I’m done with you
You’re in my veins
I’m done with you
Your wicked games
Used to make me happy
Now you make me sick
How could make money of my bones like this?
Used to make me happy
Now you’re making me sick
How can I explain that my heart doesn’t exist?

And I know that you can make it rain, rain gold
And I know that you can take possession of my soul
Used to make me happy
Now you make me sick
How could make money of my bones like this?
Used to make me happy
Now you’re making me sick
How can I explain that my heart doesn’t exist
My heart doesn’t exist